Quilting to deadline

The wedding is Saturday, January 29 - yes, that is this Saturday. I had my time all mapped out. Borders on by the Friday night - quilted by the end of the weekend, bound by Monday night.

Oh, right - that thing about best laid plans etc.

I got the Friday night right - this is as far as I got:



All basted by Saturday morning - after having to go to Fabricland to get more batting. Mine was just a teeny, tiny, eentsy bit too small, but too small is too small.

And then I hit the machine:



Now, you must understand that I'm only smiling because I'm grateful to not have thrown the machine, quilt et al across the room. You know what quilting on a small throat machine is like: it's like this - inch by inch across the quilt - jamming it all the way. I have no patience. I really have no patience when all I can think of is "shoulda bought the home quilter. Shoulda bought the home quilter."



Now to the really good news. I phoned my daughter to tell her that the quilt would be in the purolator by Wednesday morning (at a miserable expense, but when was it ever different when it comes to your kids?) and she said (God love her), "Mom, I don't think I'll give it to them until after the wedding."

The weight. It lifted from my shoulders then and there. You see, I sewed all day Sunday at home, except for going to church. By midnight, I could barely see straight - which was when I saw the entire block of quilting that had great tangled loopies on the bottom.

I ripped them out and went to bed.

Now I can finish with style.