Yesterday was divine. I don't really know why, but it felt good. Our faux spring is over, the temps were still decent but the sky wasn't pretty and blue. Bret and Frankie went out to run some errands and I stayed home and sewed. I played a few of my Crossing Jordans in the background, they make for good sewing. Some shows don't you know. My TV is behind me when I'm sewing, so I have to be able to follow without watching. But I try and pin during the good parts.
Sewing for someone else means you have to really pay attention to detail, and you can see I'm still working on the piece for Elizabeth. The blocks are done and later, after work, I'll start working on the rows. I had to do a fair amount of picking out, which makes me just a tad sad because its all squares and rectangles. I must be a crappy seamstress because I didn't have to cut a thing, so it's me and the sewing. Why are my long pieces often crooked? It seems like I pay the proper attention.
Elizabeth cuts and sews each piece individually, and I'm from the strip pieced school of quilting. But the piece-by-peaceness of this was kind of nice, well except for the crooked bits. It's like a bit of zen sewing, sewing one piece then another and another till its done. I think of the strip pieced units as units-of-work, which is an accounting term I remember from college. I don't suspect they use that anymore, 70's accounting practices are long gone, but I always liked the idea of unit-of-work. It really fits the way I think, evaluate, and view things. I like how pieces are connected to a larger unit, which is part of something far greater. Like people, like family, like friends.
Happy day little units!