Friday Finish: Lucy's Crab Cakes are done!

Check off the first finished quilt of the 3Q FAL baby! I'm determined to plow through that list. With a quilting plow. Or something.

I present to you Lucy's Crab Cakes:

I know, more of my awesome photography skills. I need a new camera. And I need a new backyard. And one of those cool wrought iron beds to put my quilts on. And for this quilt, I need a beach. With a virgin pina colada and a book. And my husband and no kids.

Sorry. Little daydreaming there. But a beach shot would be nice. Sadly, there are no beaches where I live (although I'm not landlocked - just have to travel like Lewis and Clark did to get to the Pacific, and I'm fresh out of canoes).

Backed her in that cute clothesline print. The bikinis crack me up.

This one (above) would be my daughter's favorite block because the name of the city she was born in is written in green (we did live 9 blocks from the ocean at one point - why oh why did we leave?).

And this one is my favorite. I'm actually seriously contemplating a bag made from these fabrics. Think I can convince my husband that I need a new bag? I scored this pattern yesterday (and paid far too much for it, but I'd never seen it before).

I know, it's been out for forever, but I'm not as cool as everyone else. I'm still wearing boot cut jeans when skinny jeans are in style. But I love this bag. It's oh so perfect for me and it just might become my new favorite. Be prepared to see many versions of it soon. I might have to give some as gifts. Might.

Okay, the stats on that quilt up there:

Pattern: Piece of Cake 3 by Camille Roskelley for Thimbleblossoms - it really is a piece of cake, I promise!
The fabric: one Lucy's Crab Shack layer cake, plus some yardage
The size: 63ish X 74ish - the perfect beach blanket (if you're lucky enough to have a beach)
Quilting: meandering loop - I've done this so many times now I might start walking in a meandering loop and that would be bad. Going to switch over to straight lines for a bit before that happens.

Linking up with Sarah at Confessions of a Fabric Addict, who has some pretty amazing finishes on her blog.

Have a great weekend - I'll be plowing. On my sewing machine. Because I like to mix metaphors.

WIP Wednesday: why Camille Roskelley is not a fibber

Not that I ever had a reason to doubt her, not even for a second.

But I know I'm not the only one who has this thought run through my head (please, tell me I'm not the only one!):

"Easy for her to say. She does this for a living." And I say it in my non-snarky voice. It's more of an "I'm in awe of her awesomeness" voice. That one.

See, I get it all the time when it comes to baking something (I trained as a pastry chef in my previous, non-mommy life). And I think it all the time when it comes to computer stuff my husband says is easy. When you know what you're doing, and you do it all the time, then sure, it's easy.

But this quilt really is easy. 

She's not fibbing. When she says this quilt is easy, she means it. I had already cut the fabric, and I sat down yesterday, late afternoon, and pieced all the blocks together.

Laid them out this morning. Rearranged them a few times. (Can't have similar colors/patterns right next to each other if I can help it). Sewed the top together.

Quilt top done in less than 24 hours. I like. I like a lot.

Doesn't hurt that the fabric is Lucy's Crab Shack. And I need more of it. Much more of it.

Okay, back to what I should be working on. I just forgot how difficult it was to baste a quilt with a crawling baby. Like, impossible. So I'm piecing tops again because she'll let me do that. Basting, not so much. That is her territory and how dare I intervene. Unless I give her a cookie.

Stop looking now if you don't want to see a cutie with her first chocolate chip cookie.

 

I just don't have enough cookies to get a quilt basted. Guess I'll have to wait until after bedtime tonight to baste that quilt. In the meantime, I'm piecing.

Piece out!

And Camille, if you happen to read my silly little blog, I hope you know I'm a huge fan. And I would never call you a liar, or a fibber, or anything else other than awesome. Promise.