In spite of earlier declarations, I spent some time machine-stitching the Script Quilt today. Went gingerly, so as not to break any more needles. The gessoed section was bowing. I wanted it more flush with edges, even if raised, due to variety of layers. The edges are begging for attention. The edges are where we come undone. The edges are where we meet the world. I am tired today. Very very tired. Feels like a soul-tired, not a body-tired.
I do like it when the machine gives me direction.
There have been too many times to count where the bobbin runs out just as I’m about to use the wrong color thread somewhere… or just as I am too tired to keep quilting with any control (but would have kept going had the thread not run out).
On this script quilt and its companion piece, I keep going to add machine quilting and something goes. After breaking TWO needles and running out of bobbin thread once, I get the hint!