Hi, all you summer-lovers (and you summer lovers)! I have a story that starts the week before the boys’ last day of school. Before our family frolicked watery-eyed and stuffy-nosed into the pollen plumes of the Colorado foothills to celebrate the end of another school year, I lost my mind and decided one week was plenty of time to sew a quilt for Ford’s teacher.
“It’ll be fine as long as it’s an easy pattern,” said I to my absurd self.
What my absurd self forgot is that, even when you choose an “easy” pattern (in this case, “Cielo” from the book Southwest Modern), there remain a FAIR FEW things to do once that easy-peasy top is finished! Go figure. But this would be fine, too, I guess, UNLESS you have a crazy infant who thinks she’s a toddler bopping around while you’re trying to get anything done. In that case, it’s not fine, and you’ll be left asking “why do I do this to myself?” repeatedly and maniacally throughout the entire process.
THAT SAID, and with a little help from some longarm superheroes, I got it done. And although I was able to wipe my hands triumphantly at the end of it, this project illuminated for me that my days of last-minute quilts are over—or at the very least they are POSTPONED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
I’m still happy I did it. 🙂