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fabric day

Well, looks like Blogger has removed the option of uploading pictures from your computer or camera, so I may not be able to upload photos of a recently finished quilt top or fabric I'm adding to my stash (or hoard, as Bobby likes to call it).

Today I'm joining two other quilting buddies at a quilt shop in North Raleigh for a quilting class. I've seen these quilts at shows where both the front and the back of the quilt are pieced (as opposed to the front being a design and the back being one large piece of fabric), but could never quite figure out how they did that without a LOT of trouble and painstaking work. This class teaches how to do that, and it's supposed to be a simple process. I'm a little nervouse about the whole thing as I'm not totally sold on the whole "quilt as you go" fad. I have one quilt my Grandmother made me that was quilted in pieces and then sewn together, and of all the quilts I own it's the most fragile one I have. I no longer use it for fear it won't hold up much longer. But I'm hoping with machine quilting and an experienced teacher talking me through (my Grandmother self-taught herself through books), I'm hoping I might have a better result. Regardless, it will be fun.

And if you've ever wondered how the designs on quilt fabric comes to be, one of my favorite fabric producers has an interview with one of their designers. I've actually bought a good bit of her fabric (and one of her Christmas lines was on back order at 2 different stores in our area forever!), and was thrilled to actually read a little bit about her.

Happy sewing!

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