There is nothing more boring than basting up a quilt. The fun stuff is done. You've pulled fabric out of your stash whose colours and styles embody the mood you want for your quilt--because for me, each quilt is a mood. I'm not an artist; I'm happy evoking a mood. Then each block was an adventure as you chose fabrics that go with one another and yet contrast, so that they sing. Then you decided how you will put those blocks together. Did they go together edge to edge, almost vibrating with busy-ness? Here's mood again, on another level. Or did you use lattices or plain blocks of fabric between them to calm them down? You've decided whether you'll have a border and what you'll do with that border. One of my weaknesses as a quilter is that I can never "see" the next stage until I'm ready for it. I make some blocks I love and hope it will work. This process is both exciting and fraught with anxiety. Right now I'm taking a quilt apart because the way I put them together was so 'meh.' But I've got new plans I'll write about in a couple of weeks.
But between the exciting anxiety and the meditative work, there's frustration and boredom. First, you have to convince your top, your batting, and the backing you've chosen to line up straight without a wrinkle anywhere. Then you find a large, sturdy needle, a spool of white thread, the thimble with a little edge around its top that will catch and push a large needle, and you begin to baste. Every three or four inches top to bottom and side to side.