I should have updated this last week when this historic event actually occurred, but, you know, I was too busy eating chocolate pie and feeling guilty about it to heave my fat ass over to the computer.
After working on those pink practice patches (insert lame alliteration comment here), I set about doing the real thing. I still hadn't found a decent fabric store within driving distance, so I was once again forced to partake of JoAnn's wares. I have since learned that any quilting project I undertake with Ms. J's goods will probably disintegrate in the wash, but never mind that for now. I managed to find some fabrics that weren't all old fashioned and cutesy and set myself to the task of a basic four patch pattern.
You may notice something amiss in the picture. I sewed the last two rows completely backwards - and even after pinning the whole thing up on the wall for several days, failed to notice it. It wasn't until I took the above photograph - no, until I downloaded and looked at the above photograph - that I realized what I had done. I suck.
BUT - I don't care that I suck, because at least I finished it, even if it was poorly cut and sewn like I had my eyes closed. For the back, I managed to find a brown and aqua polka dot print (at Wal Mart, god help me)
and I will be sending the top and the backing to my sister in Tennessee to have one of the fine ladies at her shop machine quilt it for me. Then I'll have to figure out how to do the binding, which may just end this whole experiment in ineptitude.
This quilt, should it prove to become one, will belong to Number One Daughter. I hope its glaring misalignment will serve as a lesson for her: never give up, even when all evidence shows that you really, really should.