I can admit defeat.
I know when to call in back up.
Meet my yummy, happy quilt top.
Perhaps the favorite thing I have ever made.
I want it for my room... not for the girls...
but there is only so much pink in a house
that a man should be subjected to.
However, the actual quilting step was freaking me out.
Each day my sewing machine acts more and more naughty.
It is conspiring against me along with my
evil stroller and disobedient camera.
Then there is the dishwasher....
But back to yumminess.
It is awesome.
But it was hard to push through my non-quilting machine.
All twelve inches of it.
How could I manage to fit a 5 x 7 foot monster through?
Without losing my mind?
Not a quitter.
I made a quilt top.
I made a quilted diaper clutch.
I will make some quilted pillows.
But the actual quilt will be quilted by brilliant professionals.
They will finish it about a million times
better than I could ever do.
Honestly, I don't feel bad in the least.
(The organizer of the quilt along is sending
hers out too! What does that say?)
Ahhh.... that is the sound of me breathing again.