It went from a simple machine quilt to simply horrible and I couldn't stop it.
I was happy with the initial topper but once I put on the backing and started to baste it in place, it all went down hill.
I wasn't concentrating and had changed bobbin thread for another project.
This left yellow lines in amongst the red thread.
Not really a big deal and I thought I could pass it off like I meant it that way.
I then started to baste but adding the channels created more problems because I didn't have a big enough work space.
At this point I tried to cheat a bit to recoup my losses, (hiding the flaws with secret techniques only known to the really bad sewers like myself).
No such luck.
I then had the epiphany to add satin edging to add flare to this desperate excuse for a quilt.
Well that just stunk.
At this point I didn't care anymore, I just wanted to get to the end as fast as I could.
Maybe this is where I should have just stepped away.
No!
Instead I said to myself "this will make such a beautiful beach blanket," and continued on.
I managed to complete it and carelessly tossed it by the front door, on it's way to hide in the summer bins.
That was till E spotted it and screamed out in delight, "Is This For MEEE??!!"
I was a bit taken aback by her reaction, here I had discarded it and for her it was the nicest thing she has ever seen. (Her words, not mine)
She has nestled and cuddles with it all week, carrying it all through the house like a Linus blankie.
What has this taught me?
That an open heart and all the love in the world can see past imperfections.
I will never point out the mistakes in that quilt to her, in time she will notice then on her own.
At this moment she feels the love and warmth that quilt has in it and that fills my heart with more satisfaction that making the best quilt in the world could ever have done.
Yes, I have learned from my mistakes.