Wasn't that fun?

So yesterday I had my very first quilt class at my local Sew N Serge store. It was great as only Fiona and myself had registered for the class so we got Jean, the teacher's, undivided attention, well divided only two ways anyway.

Neither of us have ever done any quilting before, well except that last week I dabbled with a small pinreel design for a throw cushion, but that wasn't 'real' quilting, done 'proper like' I mean!

Jean was very patient and showed us the way to straighten up the fabric before we started cutting. Funny but I always assumed that the fold up the middle was straight, huh, I couldn't be more wrong eh?

And as for a certain large fabric chain cutting the piece off the bolt straight, don't even get me started! On one end we had to cut off almost four inches before we could straighten up the piece!

What? we have to number our colours? The hardest part was deciding which was going to be number one. But once that was decided the others fell into place according to shade.

So armed with long quilting rulers we set about cutting our 3" squares for the centre and then varying numbers of 2" strips according to their position on the design.

Then we started to sew our strips round and round the ever growing squares. Jean said she always sews clockwise round but it was up to us which direction we went as long as we remain consitent. OK Jean, don't confuse us with more decisions, if clockwise is good enough for you, clockwise it is then.

For the life of me I can't figure out why we didn't wear out the carpet between the sewing machine and the ironing board. Ironing is usually something that gets done once a week in my house, not once a minute with every seam!

My goodness, that three hours just flew by and before we knew it Jean was saying it was time to go over our homework assignment before her next class arrived. Homework? What a cheek! It has been 40 something years since I did such stuff, and I felt like a sulky schoolgirl again, then I remembered this was fun stuff, not the same as we had to do at grammar school at all.

So, we wrote down what our homework was and then put everything away and hopped and skipped out to the school bus, oh, err sorry, I meant my minivan.

Do I really have to wait a whole week before I get to go and play quilting again?

Now, where did that homework assignment get to?