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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do


Finishing this quilt felt like a bad breakup. It was all excitement and joy hand-quilting the last few blocks. There was a countdown. There was a happy dance when I only had one block left. 79 blocks done and only 1 left- how could I not be thrilled? But, when I finished that one last block I was left feeling devastated. Except for a little time binding, this quilt and I were through. 9 months of planning, shopping for the perfect fabrics, endless cutting and even more endless piecing, and then weeks and weeks of hand-quilting were all over. Making it worse was the feeling that this might just be the pinnacle of my craftiness. It is the best thing I have ever made. I may never be able to top this.


The colors are perfect- navy and pink spiced up with some pale, icy blues and cool greys.  Sigh.


Have I mentioned the hand-quilting. Weeks of hand-quilting. This quilt I bonded over chocolate chip cookies and episodes of Gilmore Girls. It was me and this quilt, baby. Until, suddenly, it wasn't.


We took some photos yesterday afternoon. Then I folded it up and put away on the highest shelf in my crafty room where hopefully that oldest imp up there will forget about it. This whole time I've been lying to her and telling her I was making it for someone else. Really, it's for her. Maybe for her birthday this week. Maybe for Christmas. I haven't quite decided yet. Instead of me and this quilt it's going to be Anna and this quilt. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous.


They'll have a good life together.

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