Yesterday, I really screwed up. I had this old partially-done quilt top in maritime fabrics so beautiful they could win a landlubber's heart. The center had a pale batik fabric that was longing to have a sailing ship of yore embroidered on it, so I spent weeks trolling ebay for an iron transfer pattern, and finally located one of a beautiful sailing ship, just about the right size for the center. With all the joy of a long wait come true, I proceeded to iron the transfer on, emphasis on the excitement of getting something done that had sat there on the table for a couple of years as I had mourned the death of my husband of 44 years. Well, when the last piece was pressed hard against the ironing board surface and completed, I picked it up to look at how wonderful it was going to be. Alas, I had ironed the permanent ink on sideways to the carefully pieced one-way fabric schemas that showed boats, sea fish, and boat equipment motifs that were 90 degrees off (sideways) from the permanent image I had so carefully and diligently spent half an hour fussing over and pressing to perfection. How do you say "boohoo?"
Well, I will have to remove the center from its mooring in the middle of the one-way fabrics, turn it 90 degrees, cut it to fit the ship that was so blithely and carelessly pressed on looks centered, then find a contrast fabric from the light batik background that was so perfectly surrounded by north, south, east and west one-way fabrics. The new background will require more fabric that is a bridge between the most beautiful maritime fabrics I ever saw, spanning 30 years of collecting beautiful fabrics for the future when they would join forces to bring about the most unique sea quilt ever sewn, and this time, make sure the flag is at the top with sky above and sea critters below the surface of the water. *giggle*
And a note to myself that will soon be forgotten, "look before you leap, because eyes may be totally blinded by the joy of the doing of this project."