Cooler Day to Iron

The studio, in a large old building, faces south. So, since the air cooled to a reasonable 75 degrees, it was possible to get there and start to get the works ready for exhibition. Ironing forces me to go over every inch and catch stray threads, missed areas, and set the surface with steam. It's a wool batting, that's good.
 

I Love to Iron

There are few rules for improv piecing. One is that the seams need to be regular, and for me, 1/4" wide. And pressed open. My new studio has great light, plenty of room, and I'm able to do a nice long pass with the hot iron. 
 

Iron Lady

Getting to the pile of yards to iron. Seems my trusty old iron has bit the dust, so off to online shop for a replacement. You'd think I could find a spare. Well, I'm home, so delivery sounds good. Aren't these colors exciting? May have to keep this one for myself.

How Many Can Be Mine

My christmas shopping ends up One For Me, One For You. So, now that the last batch is washed and getting ironed, I'm saving some for me. The rest will travel in a couple of weeks to Craft Napa for sale night (Friday?) but this one might stay home.

The Ironing Before

Mundane, yes, this is the bundle of freshly washed and dried printed fabric. I've take a squirt bottle and sprinkled it throughout to dampen it, and left it to sit before I iron it. I used to use a true squirt bottle, but my poor hands demanded a less brutal technique.