Backed with black felt only. It helps to not be a purist in this case because that felt is acrylic.
The recycling bin this morning is a lesson in why you should hire a copy editor. Some of these author copies were ordered early on and are full of typos. *Some were ordered after a batch of typos were fixed but then additional typos were discovered. Repeat from * to end three times.
“Batch of typos” is a phrase that will forever give me the chills.
As recently as last week I found, not one, not two, but THREE, more typos.
So I’m to be commended for chucking the old copies which honestly had become a form of clutter.
I truly get the dissonance of using somethig that will persist in landfills for ages, but I found acrylic fleece as batting to be so satisfying to handle. Machine or hand quilting, there’s little to no resistance and yet it pushed back with enough loft to show the stitching and the price is right.
Typos breed like coat hangars in an unused closet.
This felt has two big virtues. It takes a needle nicely, as you point out, and it is not appetizing to wool moths.
Typos. Goddamn. How can I STILL be finding them?
Yes probably the thing but … ouch it still had to hurt.
Yeah a little. But I look at them as one of many investments in the process. At reduced author purchase price not even that much, as these things go. And the space at the top of the cellar stairs is much improved
Good to see the turtle quilt backed in black! Re typos, you will be happy to hear I found three typos rereading Margaret Atwood’s ‘Cat’s Eye’. I have just reread this old favourite and was surprised to say the least. The first time I have ever seen a typo in her work… it is a vintage book reprint, wondering if they were a computer error as the three were in two consecutive pages a few chapters shy of the end.
I see typos out in the wild too. I mean there’s a reason they escape notice.
I see so many typos now, everywhere. I think it is an AI problem, but certainly the standards have slipped. Finding typos in work you have combed through diligently is always frustrating and throwing away multiple copies of your hard work must hurt. Still, clutter reduction is stress reduction, so more power to you. The turtle quilt looks great against the black.
I dug three out of the bin for collage work.
I have a thing for turtles so to see your wondrous quilt on the ground, in the light of day, being blessed by the elements, is a spirit filled moment for me.
Now, go and dig out your books, use the covers to make multiple collages for the word,” Weight” so fits these days; this past week has weighed on so many levels. Many words could spill out right about now but I am only wanting to hear, Unity, and for now, that is an illusion, especially when the great evil spouts that he could care less. I just wrote about illusion over on Nancy’s blog in response to her post on clouds. .Joni Mitchell’s song, Both Sides Now, came roaring into my heard, especially this stanza:
“I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all,”
Robert Reich and Heather Lofthouse today on their podcast suggesting that maybe it is time to bring the other side onto the podcast- both sides now…
I dug out a few copies.
I’m having trouble finding Nancy’s blog since it went private. It’s bumming me out.
I’ve sat with my comment for a while now. Lest anyone think that I am going soft here regarding the incident of last week, far from it. What I mean by both sides, now is exactly what I foresaw- how our side would be vilified, blamed, etc. We know that political violence has no place in our landscape but where is the mirror that should be held up to the rhetoric that foments these actions?. When will both sides say, enough is enough, democracy thrives on dissent, reasonable discourse, agree to disagree but do so with civility and respect…What I am, dismayed about is how it starts at the top and at the top is a lack of humanity, honor, decency and respect. So I am, is looking in the mirror and asking myself some hard questions. The me in the mirror looks back and said, : start at home” so yesterday, I did. I spoke to one of my Republican relatives, it was hard, anger rose but then, tamped back down, we agreed that this country is in need of healing and my last words were of the need to listen to each other and realize that we are citizens of America. Will it change anything? Probably not, but I took the first step and the mirror did not crack…
I hesitate to ever call myself a quilter as I never use batting … my favorite backing is LL Bean flannel sheeting
and typos … it’s no wonder given how eclectic American English is …
Well fiber artist it is then!