Today I was so excited to start quilting - finally - this quilt top, which I finished a month ago. After some consultation with my mother, I decided to straight-line quilt it using my very expensive walking foot.
And a few lines later, I hate it. Not enough to unpick all those stitches, but I am super frustrated and I don't think the end result looks very good. I'm getting some puckering, which I don't understand because Adam spray-basted the quilt layers and then I pinned it all together. And the lines are all wonky, and I've decided I hate my walking foot. I swear, it's possessed or broken or something. Ugh. I hate it when sewing isn't fun.