A deadline……again. And guess what I spent my whole Sunday afternoon and evening doing? Not quite finishing. Story of my life. So this morning while I’m meeting with my Dear Jane Club gals, I’ll be sewing on binding. So that this quilt will be ready for the deadline. Deadline is becoming my new most unfavorite word. Why do I wait until the last day? Is it a sickness within me? Do others have it? Is it curable? After all these years, I think it’s chronic…. and perhaps uncurable. Besides, if I finished anything early for any given project? All my friends would faint. And we can’t have all that fainting going on, now can we?
Remember what this guy looked like before the quilting and binding?
And now – with the binding nearly finished……
What a difference some added curves make! And please disregard the binder clips and the unfinished binding on the lower side and just gaze at all the loveliness of the quilting and the finished upper half, please. It will help my delicate psyche. And it is delicate. Not delicate enough, apparently, to actually have this finished, but that’s another story. The Story of My Life. And to be continued. As usual. Well, you get the picture!