Good Riddance

This thing has been an albatross around my neck for over a year. Inspired and shamed by the fact that Gretchen and her sister Stephanie have been busting out quilts right and left despite the fact that they have two and three children respectively, Sunday I looked my half finished quilt in the face and issued a death match challenge. I'm calling it a draw because this quilt has been nothing but a damn pain in the ass since I bought the puppy dog fabric. I cut the squares too small, but had already cut the rest before I realized it. Sarah died before its completion. The seams are imperfect. I messed up the bottom. And I didn't even have good movies to watch while I quilted it. It has two redeeming qualities 1) it's finally finished and 2) Jessica showed me a different way to do the binding which, and I'm not exaggerating here, has changed my life. Anyone who has ever put on a binding knows that it takes as much time as the quilt itself. This way, I started at the beginning of the State of the Union address and I'm already done; it's in the wash and the President is talking. Yeah!