I've had an epiphany that may make it possible for me to consider hand quilting a very tiny quilt some day. It's all about wool.
I signed up to take a class at the LQS because my friend wanted to take it but didn't want to be alone in the class. It's all about hand work, embroidery stitches, ribbon, beads ..... not really my forte. But I signed up, paid for the class, bought all the supplies and now my friend is not going to be able to take the class. She's out of the hospital but not up to class time.
So I went to the first class and struggled with stitches on the practice piece I brought. It seemed like I had to fight the needle through the fabric every stitch. I went home dreading the homework of putting the stitches on the grid. Hand work is hard for me. I have diminished feeling in my fingertips and have to use a bigger needle than is normal. I'm not very deft, either.
I marked up my fabric and reached for batting and then, for some unknown reason, I stopped and pulled out the wool bat I've been saving since I splurged on it a year or more ago. I hadn't even opened the bag. It's full sized and I have just looked at it and felt like nothing I have made deserved a fine wool bat. I think maybe I just had a brain bloop because I opened the package and took scissors to that wool bat.
Well, I cut a piece to fit my fabric, basted, hooped it up and sat down to stitch. Oh my. It was like stitching through butter. Soft butter. No resistance except what was comfortable and necessary to hold the thread. My stitches look good. My hands aren't sore. I had no idea that using wool would make such an incredible difference.
I can't imagine hand quilting a large quilt. But maybe that baby quilt I have ready to go?????
Sunny considering the impossible