Unfortunately, my walking foot died. Again. And I was just not going to believe it. So I quilted and quilted, somehow hoping in the end it will look good. It didn't. I have a strong feeling I have to take all the quilting off and do it again.
[remember the little fellow that won't help me with pics? here he is again]
So I got even more angry and I cut.
And rearranged a hundred times
And even super cleaned the sewing machine.
And cleaned the threads' box
And started 3 awsome baby quilts.
Now I am [not at all] patiently waiting for my walking foot. Isn't it a little too much 3 walking foots in one year?