Tuesday, March 20, 2007

String Quilting ( Warning: Woman Over 50 With a Rotary Cutter)

I am a danger to myself and to others. I am over 50, on a power surge high, not sleeping and I have a rotary cutter. I am cutting everything in sight into string quilting strips...and I do mean everything!

It's getting to the point that I now have 5 of the new 2.5 gallon ziplock bags, filled with assorted scraps all neatly cut into 1 1/2", 2", 2 1/2" and so forth strips...not to mention corners and ends! I have cleaned out my shelves, arm wrestled the stash bunny out of her cotton patch, pulled the socks off my sock monkey, and recycled everything in sight. I am not only sleep deprived and scrap-happy, I am borderline obsessive-compulsive.

Once you start string quilting, it is not only incredibly easy, fast and fun, it is also addictive. The string quilting high is a thrill that is hard to describe. You start out with one block, then two, then ten. In no time you have flimsies covering the furniture and whimsies being arranged on the floor.

I rotary stripped for three hours without stopping. It was so bad, I forgot to take time to take photos...now that is bad. And in street lingo...bad is the new good!Posted by Picasa

6 comments:

  1. scrappynhappy9:25 AM

    I am rotflmao...I can so relate. I love your way with words & sence of humor:). I will be back!

    Phyl

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  2. I'm with Phyl. Great post. :cD

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  3. OMG - I'm laughing so hard my over-50 plumbing might not hold up!!! You're hysterical!!

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  4. Melanie, you know my aging bladder just can't take that much at one sitting...LOL You are a WOMAN obscessed...a close cousin to Edward Scissorhand, I'm sure.

    What a wonderful undertaking and such momentum you have! Your wild side runs deep...*VBS*
    Thanks for the really lovely comment over at Pieces, today. You have a rare gift of seeing into my heart. Thank you for understanding. More than what the Universe can do, I find we are the instruments of our punishment and torment. And then to find peace with in the wreckage and let the Phoenix rise again. Hugs, Finn

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  5. Finn meant another M, not Melanie. That's ok, Finn. I forget my own name most days.

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Michele Bilyeu blogs "With Heart and Hands" as she journeys between Douglas, Alaska and Salem, Oregon.