I have completely worked myself into a frenzy over finishing the Boy’s birthday quilt in time. “In time” being tomorrow. Yesterday, I thought I had it all in the bag. All I had left to do was to sew on the binding.
And I did. After wrestling the quilt through machine quilting, I took the extra time to pin the binding and fold the corners the way my aunt showed me how to fold them, so that the corners would be mitered. And then I stitched.
And then I turned the binding to the back where I would hand stitch it and at last be finished.
Except I wasn’t. Because I had sewn the mitered corners WRONG. I was shown how to fold the fabric, but I wasn’t shown that there is more than one way to do it and only one of those ways is right.
HOURS of pulling stitches later, I have accepted that the quilt will not be finished. It is wrapped and ready to be opened, after which I will explain that I have a little more sewing to do.
The full day of sewing and pushing and tugging and trying to remove jammed/broken needles and winding bobbins took its toll on me yesterday. So much so, that my alarn didn’t wake me up until 6:14 this morning. The alarm is set for 5:40.
And so, after I swore at the clock, I asked myself, “How many times did I hit the snooze button in my sleep?”
I still haven’t figured it out.