There are days when the quilt gods decide they need some entertainment so they spend their time playing with me. Then they just laugh and have a great time. At my expense. Yesterday was such a day.
I am making the blocks for the Twirl pattern – I showed them to you here on Monday. There are only two blocks in the pattern. Apparently I didn’t think that was good enough so I created a third block. Translation: I screwed up.
This is just one of the ten I made of Block A. Pretty, right?
This is how the block should look:
How could I have missed this? I have been looking at these blocks for three days now. How could I have messed this up so badly? Geesh! The quilt gods are now giggling and high-fiving each other.
So I have one block that is right, and ten blocks that are wrong and I’m thinking “if I don’t say anything no one will know”. Hmmm……
Then I bring in hubby, show him the two blocks without explaining and he immediately sees the difference. He also comments on how much he likes the second block. You know, the ‘right’ block. Crap. If hubby sees it then I’m in trouble.
This is a commission quilt and the client is my baby sister. She has already seen some of the blocks and loved them. She doesn’t know a single thing about quilting. She will never notice my mistake. But I told her anyway. Said I would do whatever she wanted. She said to continue with the ‘wrong’ blocks since I had so many done and she liked them. A quilt with the wrong blocks would be fine, she said. I said okay. Whew! Take that quilt gods!!
So I started working on the B blocks and you know how it is. A person can do a lot of thinking when they’re sewing. I got to thinking. If I leave the A blocks wrong, this will not be the quilt my sister is paying for. And every time I look at the finished quilt I will feel disappointment. And I will grow to hate it. More importantly, Sis is going to know there are mistakes in the quilt. Then she will be disappointed. Worse, maybe she will grow to hate her quilt. Drat!
Can you hear the quilt gods laughing hysterically right now?
So I took a deep breath, scooped up my seam ripper and all those freaking blocks and started tearing them apart. Ten blocks, four seams each equals forty seams I am ripping out!
The good news is they are now ready for me to fix, so that’s what I’ll be doing today. I’ll admit, I felt so much better once I decided to fix the blocks, and I know Sis will be happier too.
I hope the quilt gods find something else to do today and leave me alone!