The. Quilt. Is. DONE.
Something like a year after the beginning, we have finally reached the end. I have learned so, so many things by throwing myself into this, incredibly overwhelming first sewing project.
Yes, you read that correctly. I tend to bite off more than I can chew. What can I say? I learn by doing.
It has been interesting to work on this so slowly, while true to my distractable self I pick up and complete many other projects along the way. Finishing this now, though I began so long ago, and seeing my skill set has come so far in that time... in an odd way it endears this project to me. It is The Rule that I hate all the things I make - never fails. At best, once I've completed something, something I was so madly in love with from conception through creation, I might consider the finished piece okay. At best.
But this quilt! The colors are all garish and mismatched, warm and cold; the points of those triangles staunchly refused to line up; I ordered the wrong batting; my hand-quilting stitch was laborious and crooked...
And I love it.
I love it so very, very much. I'm so proud of it. It's all wrong in so many ways and I love it to death. I am showing everyone I can get away with showing, and now I'm showing it to you - in drab and washed out photos, because the hubs is not home, and he is the camera magic man. I just couldn't wait any longer. Besides! This little rebel has got to get to New York.
Making things by hand is where it's at, my friends. It is the Where that It is At.