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| Friday Night with Jack the Ripper |
You should have seen the look on my husband's face when I told him I was ripping stitches out of Anders' graduation quilt. You'd think I just told him that I fed one of our neighbors to the dog or something. It was all there in his eyes -- shock, horror, revulsion, "how could you do this to me, to us, and to our family?!" blah blah blah. But a quilter's gotta do what a quilter's gotta do, and sometimes you just have to put on your Big Girl panties and reach for the seam ripper.
So I finished quilting Anders' graduation quilt late on Tuesday night, but when I took it off the frame and flipped it over, I saw a couple of spots where I wasn't happy with the stitching on the back of the quilt. I know better than to make rash decisions when I'm tired, so I walked away from the quilt and decided to come back and triage in the daylight, after a good night's sleep. Sometimes I can pick out and restitch small sections of quilting invisibly, knotting and burying the thread tails so you'd never know any "quilt surgery" had happened there. This was not one of those times.
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| Tuesday Night, When I Thought I Was Finished |
Inspection on Wednesday morning revealed directional tension problems in the first two rows of quilting, about 15" across the entire top of the quilt.
What the Heck are Directional Tension Problems?
Oh, I'm so glad you asked!
