¡Hola, Conchitas! I now have my own hipster hat, courtesy of the selfsame Leslie who is the subject of my art quilt, Leslie.
I spent today picking out and restitching Leslie. It's like ripping out and reknitting, only quicker. My machine is a Bernina, and I just figured out that the markings on the throat plate are in millimeters, not inches, and so some of my seams are incorrect. Not all of them, but enough. I blame having surgery and sickness. I mean, I am a professional stitcher, right? I could not have possibly been wrong.
This 'little' matter has been niggling at the back of my brain for awhile, and because of that, work had slowed down. Like a little mistake in knitting, I could have made it work, fiddled and fudged, but I would have known that it wasn't my best, and so it had to be fixed, and fixed right. Another session tomorrow should get me back up to speed, because the sewing isn't what takes so much time, it's the choosing the best square of fabric for each particular spot of the quilt.
