...and then mommy said "Motherfucker!"in front of the children.
I finished the Kaffe Fassett quilt:
and then, in my zeal to remove what I thought was a stray thread, I managed to completely rip out a seam holding two sections of binding together. On inspection, it looked as though a simple slipstitch would get it back together, but that turned out to be too hard for me. I really needed a smaller needle and I was already using the smallest one my carpal tunnel-damaged fingers can feel. So I Frankensteined it back together (that's a real stitch, right?).
I was only mad for a few minutes until I realized that this is my favorite quilt so far, one that was a real pleasure to make, one that will forever have special meaning for me and my daughter. Because whenever she looks at her quilt, and notices the Franken-stitches, she will remember the day her mother taught her how to say some extra-bad words.