Well, not anymore really. Since I’m finished with this quilt top…

This was my first Mystery Quilt class.  And its just how it sounds.  You sign up. The shop sends you fabric requirements and homework.  Homework that included cutting over 100 squares and drawing diagonal lines on 95% of them. Yeah, lots of homework.

I’ll say that I had a great time.  Great time!  I did go with 3 other ladies that I know – one friend from work, another friend from work and one of the friend’s mother.  I’ve sewn with them before and we had fun catching up and chit chatting about the holidays.  Work friend #1 commented that we were definitely not the youngest (for once) in the class when she pointed out a girl aged about 16 sitting at the next table.

The few times I sew with a group like this, I feel that when you look at their workspaces and then look at mine you think of the Sesame Street song that goes “One of these things is not like the other”.  And in this class it wasn’t much different.  I definitely had the brightest color palette in the room.  And I was using solids.  And I was slow.

But really, I felt like a poseur mostly because these other people (mostly women, one dude) were just so good.  Their pieces were cut perfectly! Their seams were straight! Their pressing was solid!  Their points matched up!  Their fabric choices were balanced and

My stuff? Meh, not exactly….  As I was putting this top together today all I could see were my inaccuracies.  My centers don’t line up. My seams are off, in some cases way off.  Eeek.  Good thing this quilt is for me, and I don’t care much about the mistakes.  Think I’ll call them ‘design elements’.