Wednesday I woke up and decided today I was going to tackle my Frolic quilt top. I had told you all I was going to do a blog post on all of the quilt tops I had yet to quilt. I thought my numbers might look a little better if I just tackle one of them first….So, being I already had Frolic loaded in the frame I thought I would quick machine quilt it.
There was no “quick” about it.
I started out not going to far when I realized I hadn’t checked the tension on the back side of the quilt…UGH. It was all wrong. So stop. Get the ripper and rip. It was really only the corner here…
But, I just hate ripping and it did take about 20 minutes to rip that little area out.
Well then I was plagued with thread breakage. I would go six inches and the thread would break…rethread. Go six inches, the thread would break…rethread. Go 10″ thinking is was all better, the thread would break. So, I changed thread. No luck. I changed the needle, no luck. I went back to the original spool of thread, no luck the thread broke again. Seriously, in the short distance I had gone, I have rethreaded the needle about 12 times. I was so frustrated.
In my next attempt to rethread the needle I noticed the machine was threaded wrong. Oh my word. I rethreaded the machine. Everything worked for about 15″. Crap. I thought this was working. Then I realized that I was out of bobbin thread.
I had taken over an hour to get this far. How frustrating. I’m glad that this does not happen most of the time when I use the quilting machine. The thread breakage and issues were what made me hate my old machine…this machine I really normally never have these problems. It really was all my fault as I didn’t have it threaded right. UGH.
I made a pass successfully with not problems and then crap. Where was Rosie? I looked, in the bathroom garbage. She had dumped out personal care products that were in the garbage. That was fun to clean up…NOT. I got her settled in her bed and then went on…I finished a bobbin’s worth of thread check on Rosie, she was gone again. That little sneaker. I called, ended up going downstairs to look for her and that dog had gotten the garage door open and was in the garage. Ever since she ate that dog food that was in the garage, she is like a magnet and will scratch at the door to try to get it open…apparently, she got it open because that’s where I found her.
I was frustrated now. No more of this. If you can’t behave, in the kennel you go. I put her in and then went by myself upstairs to finish the quilt.
I got it done…it was so peaceful to work on it knowing she was in the kennel. I thought I would bind it right away but my machine was covered in partially completed masks. I sat down and finished seven more…
Then it was lunch time so I went downstairs, let Rosie out and ate lunch. I planned on taking pictures of my quilt tops that needed to be quilted and do a parade of them for you and then I thought about all the time it would take to drag them out and then fold them back up. Instead I decided not to waste the time and just put another quilt on the frame.
Rosie was with me and I shut the door to the sewing room. That would cure her from sneaking away. She laid in her bed and watched outside. She was loving it. I loaded this quilt on the frame….and started quilting it. Things were going fabulously. No breaking thread…no problems at all.
I was contentedly stitching away making really good progress.
Then I heard bells ringing. I have these bells hanging off the frame of my quilt machine. These bells used to hang on the kitchen door of my parents home. Mom loved the bells. If someone came in the house, she heard the bells and knew to come into the kitchen. I was going to hang them on my quilting room door but soon learned that they are loud bells and I was often working early in the morning or late at night. The bells would ring and I worried that they would wake others who were sleeping so I ended up hanging them off my quilting machine.
Well Rosie found them and rang them. I heard it but just kept right on quilting. I had a little smile on my face thinking of my mom and those bells. A bit later I ran out of bobbin thread so stopped the machine to reload thread. I looked down at the mat in front of my machine and realized that I had been walking back and forth in dog pee. Rosie had peed on the mat. I didn’t see it so for the last 5 minutes or so I had been walking through dog pee with my slippers and had drug the pee so it was all over the mat.
I WAS LIVID! I WAS SO LIVID. I swear, this dog is going to be the death of me!! Then I put two and two together and bust out laughing.
We have these bells on the back door for Rosie. When she needs to go outside, she rings the bell and we let her out.
Well Rosie must have assumed that she rang the bell (my mom’s bells that were hanging on the quilt machine frame) and I didn’t let her out so she was going to pee by the bells which happened to be the mat in front of the quilting frame. OH MY WORD.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was done trying to use the quilting machine for the day. I put my slippers in the wash, cleaned up the pee and pee and went down stairs….so what does Rosie do??
Cuddles up and falls to sleep. Seriously Rosie…seriously??!! You couldn’t have done that a half hour ago upstairs in the sewing room.
Let’s hope tomorrow goes better… I know a bunch of you are laughing and laughing right now. Seriously…this dog is going to be the death of me. She does keep in interesting though….and yes, I do love her.