Well, sort of.
I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and powered through.
Two rows became four, and four rows became eight,
and before I knew it, (almost three weeks late) the whole top was done.
I've named it Atreyu, from the Neverending Story. It's the never ending quilt.
It still needs that border row, and then I have to think about borders, and backings, and binding, and bourbon.
But I'm calling it done for now.
I've gone to such extremes on this quilt.
I loved it, I hated it, I was indifferent to it.
I started out trying to pick fabrics that would look really nice next to each other, then graduated to not caring what went where. Then came the actively clashing stage. Maroon fabric? Clearly it wants to live next to the orangey one! And they both have apartments next to the pinky ones!
That's where the bourbon came in.
My dear friend asked what one does with a thing like this. Do you give it to charity? Or lock it in a closet for ten years, until you can look at it again?
I suggested wearing it as a dress, every single day.
It was a hard won victory.
This is my favorite block. No fussy cutting at all, this flower just ended up centered in there.
Dang, I didn't notice those two polka dots so close together... Maybe I should rip it out?
Nah. It looks perfect to me.