Sunday, December 6, 2009
It's a shame I don't get into assembly line quilting because, after some moments of expressing my utter frustration, I got to work, and faster than our dog can eat a Kleenex I dropped, I had finished another striped back pointing the right way. Well, probably not as fast as Terra can eat that Kleenex but repeating something I've already done instead of puzzling it out and making color decisions from scratch really improves my speed, if speed is what I want.
Ah, but that omnipresent Irish god was not done with me yet for the day. I finally settled into doing some quilting on my major project of the month only to be interrupted by a phone call--I was having a problem with my laptop and was doing my part to keep the populace of India employed--and a dog needing to be walked. I left the quilt under the presser foot with the machine on and when I returned there, as if standing on a stage under a spotlight, was a Western Conifer Seed Bug reared up right on the quilt next to the presser foot. Now I am not squeamish about most bugs, as a matter of fact like many of them, but this one invades even the most sealed up houses, particularly those near pine trees (part of our acreage is covered with pines) as it seeks to escape the falling temperatures of fall. It is one ugly beast. And it stinks to boot (a member of the what is familiarly called the Stinkbug family). And, even more frightening in the present circumstance, it poops.
I grabbed a Kleenex (seems to be a recurrent image in this blog) and quickly swooped it off the quilt, only to see with horror that as I had swooped, it had pooped. On my beautiful quilt that I had been working on since June a small brown blob sat on a piece of light gray fabric with a circle of brown stain slowly oozing out around it. No four letter word was appropriate here; only a primal scream would do. But even as I screamed I grabbed yet another Kleenex and swiped the blob away. No good. The oozing stain was still there and now Terra was convinced I was beset by something she must defend me against and so was leaping and barking as I wailed. Luckily no one else was home--or walking by, for that matter.
After imagining for a while months of work being ruined, I turned to problem solving and decided to try the easiest solution and I made a discovery: a paper towel dampened with plain cold water takes out a Western Conifer Seed Bug poop stain on a quilt! Maybe that will come in handy some time again. But I hope not.