I think I was a little hard on it when I called it the quilt of doom. Honestly, it's soft and sweet. A simple little tie blanket in very summery gingham and linen, for a family with a home on the coast. I can't blame the quilt. The problem was the making of the quilt. And then the thinking about the making of the quilt. Major Sewing Lesson Learned #1: Do not write a letter to anyone that refers to making a quilt as a thank you gift. No matter how much you want to. Or how much they deserve it. (Which they do.) Because things happen. And you might not expect to suddenly start looking for, buying, or renovating a house, and every time you think about the unfinished quilt you break out in hives, ruminating on what a big jerk you are. So you don't sew anything, not for yourself or the new house, over the course of the entire year.
Thankfully, in early December, I took a vacation, brought home a dog (with separation anxiety, huzzah!), and then it snowed. So it wasn't until I was completely housebound that my feelings softened and I made friends with the idea of a tie quilt, instead of doing it by machine. I spent the better part of the month with swollen fingers as a result, but it took the pressure off, and that was the important thing. When all was said and done, I spent a scant 12 hours on it, which is pretty much nothing in quilt time. Everything held up just fine in the dryer (there was much bated breath regarding the ties). And it turned out kind of lovely. More importantly, I never have to worry about it ever again. Thank. Friggin. Goodness.
Although I have a backlog of craft-related posts to share with you, posting may be a bit scarce here in the weeks ahead. I will be guest posting over at the always inspiring, Habit, for the month of February, and cannot wait to see what will come. Molly and Emily have created something truly special with this project, and I hope you'll visit me there. Be well, friends. Oh, and happy Friday.