After some quick calculations on my part, I figure it takes me three and a half years on average to finish a quilt. On the bright side, I average two completed quilts a year and have a few ideas on how to speed things up.
First of all, I could move to a deserted island to avoid grocery shopping, housework and volunteer commitments. However, that’s not going to happen because I’d miss certain things like electricity, quilt shops, and of course, my family.
I could gain another hour to quilt if I skipped my morning exercise routine. For some reason, I think I need to work out before I shower. I don’t even like to exercise and I really hate sweating. Plus my hair does weird things and my face turns red. It’s not pretty. Let’s move on to the next option.
I would get more quilting done if I had a crystal ball for the times when a pattern calls for two yards of fabric and I only have a fat quarter of the perfect print. The other solution, buying more fabric, is pretty easy, but it’s never quick. I really enjoy spending two hours mulling over possible better fabric choices.
One more thing, I have to invent a faster way to attach binding. Because it’s not a process that I particularly enjoy, I procrastinate, put it off and just plain try to block it out of my mind. That can delay completion for a long time. Honestly, I am slow when it comes to binding my quilts. I’m not talking weeks or months. One time it took me more than a year. For instance, my log cabin quilt was machine quilted in early 2003, but the binding wasn’t on until the October 2004 quilt show. That’s slow, embarrassingly slow.
The quilt in question was on the bed for a month before I even started the binding. (This project sat in my closet for 18 months prior to that.) I thought that looking at raw edges on a daily basis would prod me into binding it. Wrong. One morning, my husband apologized for snagging one of the big basting stitches put in by the machine quilter. He said, “I pulled out this thread with my foot. Sorry.” What he really meant was that he could have ripped his toe nail off. When was this torture going to end? I think I put him out of his misery by cutting the binding strips soon after that.
Ever the procrastinator,