I banged this pile out this weekend. Not all of them, but the biggest and most important projects. This was my stack of quilts that needed binding.
I cut and pieced twenty-eight strips of binding.
I attached the bindings to six quilts from that pile.
This pretty dresden wall hanging was finished.
And these two babydoll quilts were added to my DONE pile.
I was literally on fire. Well, not including flames and such, but after a full day of sewing, something in my sewing area started to smell quite electrical fire-ish. The hubs and I were really freaking out and couldn't figure out what was causing the smell. But it was really strong. We turned everything off in the room and I was worried. Later I sewed a bit more and my Juki didn't cause the smell, which made me feel a little better.. Today I plugged in Rowenta and waited and waited for her to warm up. Nada. She must have bit the big one. I would like to speak only kind words of my deceased expensive iron, however she leaked like a mother of three from the get go. Then after awhile she poured water like Niagara. While I'm sad that we spent all of that money on such a pricey iron, I'm relieved to know what caused the smell and I'm glad I can go get a new iron which hopefully can steam some stuff. Steaming is such a wonderful feature of an iron. I cannot wait. My squirt bottle is temperamental too, I'll bury it with Row.