Well I've been avoiding writing this post for the past few days. Crafty tragedy befall my home last weekend, shortly after I triumphantly posted about my Posy quilt. It's just like those pesky craft overlords to never pass up an opportunity to humble you right when you're getting a little big for your britches.
I put my Posy quilt in the washing machine all by itself - cold water, delicate cycle. This is what greeted me at the end of the wash cycle.
Yes friends, that is what cheap crappy batting looks like after it has shrunk to within an inch of its life. Needless to say I was more than a little miffed. Especially since I've used all different kinds of batting in the past and have NEVER had a problem like this.
It makes a mockery of my hard one acceptance/appreciation for crinkles by making this sweet quilt look like some sort of bad down-filled winter coat.
The only bright spark is that this quilt has found a new fan. The furriest member of our household flung himself on top of this nightmare as soon as I put it on the floor and he hasn't moved since except to eat and go outside. I guess that's dog for "thanks for the quilt". I even think he looks worried that I might take it away in this picture.
Where do things stand now? With a few days' distance, I've picked myself up, ordered new fabric and am currently psyching myself up to try again. Step one of that process is to make something non-quilt. I'm starting with a nursing cover. There is nothing that could possibly go wrong with a large square of fabric now, is there?