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I hate basting.


Really. I'm pretty sure no one actually enjoys it. But, the thought of seeing bits of fabric finally coming together into an actual quilt gets me through. To be fair, it's not the actual basting that I despise but all the preparation before you get to the actual basting- pressing huge swathes of fabric and cleaning the kitchen floor. Ugh. Nothing's going to improve upon those steps except maybe a maid.





Anyway, with two twin size quilts to baste this week, I decided it was time to try basting spray. It was a total impulse buy sometime last year. But, the thought of fumes scared me a little, I was nervous after a bad fusible batting experience (horrible stuff) and I forgot I had it for a while. Let me tell you, I had nothing to worry about. Everything it promised on the can was true- the fumes weren't bad, it stuck those layers together like magic, it was completely repositionable, and it didn't gum up my sewing machine. Cue angels singing. I only have one complaint- the cost. My can cost $12.99 and there is almost nothing left after these two big quilts. I have a ton of basting safety pins that cost me less than that and I can use over and over again. So, I'm not sure I'll be rushing right out for another can. I just don't think my quilting budget can handle it.

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