The Kaffe Fassett quilt I made with my daughter came back from being quilted and now I have to tackle a binding again. I hate to fuck up such a pretty quilt, but I don't suppose I can leave the edges raw forever. Or can I?
I've been working on the backing for my husband's coffee quilt, and I ended up with 6 big pieces of fabric to sew together. I only have two seams left, and I did one this morning, only to realize that I had sewed 76 inches of fabric right side to wrong side. I sat muttering over my seam ripper, "Stupid, stupid, stupid," and my daughter said, "You're not stupid, Mom. But sometimes you do stupid things."
Yes, honey. Yes, I do.
Oh - and it's official:
I is a real editor now.
