Coming out of the stone age

Well, my iron wasn't exactly "Stone Age" but I'd had it a lot of years.  As I have been spending more time quilting lately, I have gotten really frustrated with it.  It had a mind of its own!  When I wanted steam, I hoped it wanted steam at the same time.  When I needed dry, I prayed that my iron would cooperate.  Most times my iron and I were on opposite sides of the wish.  So yesterday afternoon, ready to pull my hair out because old unfaithful refused to deliver steam no matter what setting I was using, I broke down and bought a new iron.  Yes, I paid more than I would have liked, but it was a $40 Shark rather than a $100 Rowenta.  The reviews online were mixed (I've been checking for a couple of weeks) for both the moderately priced Shark and the higher end Rowenta.  So now I have lots of steam when I want it, and none when I don't.

 

And speaking of quilting, a plan change on Fisher's quilt.  As I started to lay out the fabrics, I realized that the crayon motif for the border was too dark, so I'm looking at a white border.  Don't tell me boys and white are doomed to fail, I know it.  But the reverse side is dark (with the crayon border) and thoroughly boy-proof.  This is a reversible quilt so that when he gets too old for Richard Scarry (I'll never be too old for Richard Scarry) he can use the sports balls side.  Meredith's quilt is also reversible with mod-ish owls on the reverse.

We'll now that I've finished lunch I guess I'll go play with my new iron.

See ya next time.