Last year while I was at quilt retreat with my ridiculously delightful family, my BFF was proposing to his girlfriend. With quilts on my mind when I heard the news, I immediately texted him to congratulate him (obviously she said yes–she is smart and who would refuse to marry my BFF?) and ask if a wedding quilt would be something they would appreciate.
I asked. I asked because some people don’t care about handmade things or they just want you to stick to the registry or because I could get a half-hearted response and, without judgement (because not everyone was raised around my ridiculously delightful and artistic family), I could gauge how much work I should put into the project or if I should just graciously bow out and buy them something rad that they asked for. I don’t think people should be obligated to make things for anyone just like I don’t expect everyone to naturally place the same kind of value on handmade goods that I do.
Their response was effusive and ecstatic and enthusiastic and any other positive “e” words you can think of. It wasn’t just my friend that was so happy about the idea of me making them a quilt, just reinforcing my views that his fiancee was smart and wonderful and that my friend had done himself a Great Service in proposing to her.
I don’t measure my love in time, so I have no idea how long this quilt took me to make. It wasn’t important. I did the block piecing in a stretch, I assembled the top in another stretch. I spent a couple of days (one of them miserably ill) at my mom’s, using the longer neck on her machine to facilitate the quilting. I took my time and didn’t rush anything. I ripped out a bunch of seams and did new cutting because something I thought I could fudge was just not right. (Sidenote: quilt making soundtrack was primarily The Get Up Kids’ Something to Write Home About. There are many reasons why.)
The pattern is called Between the Lines and I enjoyed deciding how to order the colors and assembling the blocks. I became more aware of the way fabric moves with all of those diagonal seams, which is going to be handy in the future, I expect. I didn’t do the asymmetrical borders, though I understand that they exist to make the quilting symmetrical. I also had a TON of leftover fabric because the pattern is written for the designer’s fat quarter pack, which I clearly didn’t buy–the yardage requirements for twin, queen, and king all list a quarter yard each of 26 different fabrics for the strings (those diagonal pieces). If I wasn’t capable of (and, honestly, excited about) winging it on matching pillows, I’d probably be a little pissed that I had bought so much fabric that I didn’t need.
J and I spent 19 total hours on the road to get to their wedding last month and it was totally worth the drive. I spent very little time coercing them to open their gift early. When it was time to do the unveiling, we went to the bride’s family’s basement and she announced, “We’re about to open a family heirloom!” Like I said, she’s good people. They were thrilled with their quilt and snuggled up with it right away (I suspect someone taught them my Aunt Barb’s Proper Quilt Testing Technique).
They had no idea that there were pillows to match because I can keep A secret even though I cannot keep secretS. BFF and his lady wife were just as happy with their new pillows.
As for me, I am so happy with how this quilt turned out. I learned some valuable things about construction and I enjoyed the process. I also had a wonderful time watching one of my favorite men marry his perfect match. I look forward to spending a lot more time with the two of them.