On June 24, a Sunday, I confidently announced that the top would be finished before the end of the week. Maybe by Wednesday, I thought. All I had to do was fill in that hole on the top, then add a few inches on the right edge. Piece of cake.
But wait. Look at that little patch of pink in the top right corner. Kind of like a bloodstain on a wedding gown. When I constructed that segment in the first place, I thought it would go farther to the left and the pink would be just an extension of the medium tones at the center of the quilt. But it got pushed toward the right, and the pink was stranded. It took me an entire episode of Law & Order to take out the two pink patches and replace them with something pale.
And look at that patch of white at the center of the top row -- equally out of place, in the opposite way. Since it was at the edge of the quilt it only took me 20 minutes to get that replaced.
With interruptions for dinner guests, a critique visit, and Zoe's summer drama performance of Macbeth, I lost some of the end of the week. But at 10 pm Saturday I got the quilt in one piece, fulfilling my vow. Or at least pretty much fulfilling it -- the top and bottom are still raggedy and may require some additional piecing before I can slice off straight edges all the way across. But I'm the one making the rules, and I declare that the piecing was done in June. Not going to ruin this quilt's technical virginity by showing you a picture of its latest incarnation, but imagine another eight inches or so of pale at the right.
Now no excuses -- I have to get on with the quilting.