Well, friends, I’ve gone and done it. You knew this was coming. I’ve finally free-motion quilted a quilt. Yes, a full sized quilt. Now, it was not without strife. Friday night, I sat down and just did it. I went for it, and while it wasn’t perfect, I was oh so very proud of myself.
So I ran to my husband just before midnight and said, “How do you like it?!”
While you might have already guessed… he hated it.
I think I can paraphrase pretty well, “You’ve taken something I loved, with such clean lines and ruined it. Some of my curves look like jagged icicles. Can you take it out?”
Wait, excuse me? Take out all of these curved lines – are you out of your mind?
I’d rather load the dishwasher, and we know that’s not happening, sweetheart.
So, I put out a call to my quilting friends, where you all sided with me (THANKS, loves), and I finally finished quilting it on Sunday.
What do you think?
It might not be perfect, and I learned a lot along the way. However, can we all agree that my husband was wrong?
In closing, the quilt is actually finished now – and weather permitting/nothern sun disappearing all of the sudden, I will post the finished product on Friday! Also, my husband is generally the best, and there is no one I’d rather do life with. And, to be fair, they did look like jagged icicles at first, but I knew that they’d all blend in eventually. Quilting can be so forgiving… unlike an insulted wife…