Nevermind that it took two years, start to finish. Nevermind that the poor kid doesn’t even remember selecting the fabric. Nevermind that it’s done just in time for summer when they all sleep without a sheet. Nevermind that it’s chock full of mess and disorder and “let’s learn how to sew on binding by using The Google.”
Because it’s done. It’s Done. It’s! Done!
My first real quilt. It’s for 6 and he sewed the last few stitches himself. And he’s asleep under it as I type.
It feels good to have finished something.