I’ve been a quilter since 2004. My first quilt was a sampler
made with civil war reproduction prints. I keep it near my front door, to
remind me of how far I’ve come. As with any endeavor, there are inherent risks.
I have several friends who’ve sliced themselves badly with rotary cutters. I
haven’t done that, at least not yet. I know more than a few quilters who’ve machine-stitched
right through their own fingers – another experience I hope to avoid
altogether. On occasion, I’ve mishandled hot irons, but never so badly to need
anything more than an ice cube and a little aloe vera. For me the real danger
is needles and pins. I don’t seem capable of handling either without repeatedly
stabbing myself. It happens frequently while I’m piecing tops, and every single
time when I hand stitch binding. I guess you could say blood sweat and tears
have gone into every quilt I’ve made.
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