So I managed to get all the hot pink whiteboard marker ink out of my quilt top by using rubbing alcohol for the quilt and anti-inflammatories for my poor fingers and wrists after an entire afternoon of dab-dab-dabbing and then left it to dry whilst Mr.Ruby and I loaded up the sidecar and headed off for 2 weeks of glorious motorcycling around Tasmania. Next time it will be with our caravan as we worked out that 2 weeks of pub or motel accommodation equals the cost of bringing the car and caravan over on the boat, and I do love my little caravan....but..I digress...ooooo but hang on, let me tell you the weather and the roads were just glorious and for all you bikers out there you know what I'm talking about....
...woops, digressing again.....
So, I've finished washing all our clothes, the motorbike is all sparkling clean again, I'm sparkling clean again and DD1 has stocked the fridge for us with fresh milk and bread so now its back to the business at hand....I've poked my nose into the sewing room and there my tortured quilt languishes waiting to have the quilting finished. It's all dry now and the room no longer smells like goodness knows what after all the rubbing alcohol that was splashed around but I've got a severe case of the "nervous nellies" about getting back "into it".
Where I have dab, dab, dabbed the life out of the poor thing it looks a bit "saggy-ish". Should I try to re-pin those sections or can I just start quilting again and smooth out any full bits? TBH, the thing has me spooked as I am going to have to re-draw my pattern (with the right type of marker this time) over the areas that I have tortured and I'm a bit nervous that I may end up with the marker "not taking" or maybe for some reason "setting" due to the "incident and cure" of 2 weeks ago. What do you think?
I have shut the door to the sewing room now fervently hoping that something magical will either happen to the quilt, or to my brain and all will be fine and dandy come tomorrow. I may go and hoover the bedrooms in an effort to postpone the inevitable......now that's a desperate move if I do say so myself!