love is all you need

I was a mad woman last night. I decided to go with what I thought was less work for finishing my quilt- folding the backing over to use as the binding. In order to do this, I had to even up all my edges on the quilt top and batting and cut them without cutting the bottom layer. So for about an hour I was on all fours on my kitchen floor, measuring and cutting, measuring and cutting. I successfully dulled down the blades on both of my rotary cutters- but not before slicing into my finger. I think something in the fusible batting was a little harsh on the blades. I accidentally cut into the bottom layer at one point, so I improvised and made a little patch to go over that part. Then when I was folding and ironing, I got bit in the butt by bias. I’ve always just ignored anything that mentions bias when sewing, because I don’t want to have to think that much when I sew. Suffice it to say that my binding efforts didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped. The binding is uneven and by the time I actually got to the sewing it down part, I was half-crazed and just running that thing through the machine as fast as it would go. It kind of folded itself into little wrinkles that I told myself would disappear into the normal wrinkliness of a quilt after a washing. I was determined to finish this damn quilt and snuggle underneath it. The second after that last thread was cut, it was into the washing machine. I melted down onto the couch with Joey and tried to finagle my feet under the afghan he was using. He would rearrange the blanket cause my feet were touching his and making his cold, but that would just uncover my feet so I would rearrange it to cover mine. Really, there just wasn’t enough blanket to cover both of our feet the way we wanted them to be covered. I kept muting the TV to see if I could hear if the washer had stopped yet, and finally it had. I threw the quilt into the dryer and went back to the waiting game. Another episode of Frasier later, I checked on the quilt. It was dry enough for me, so I got back on the couch with Joey who had started to doze off. He was half covered by the afghan, so I covered us both with the quilt, still warm from the dryer and smelling like fabric softener. It was heavenly. He groggily gave the quilt a once over and mimed his approval before falling asleep again. I happily laid my head onto the pillow and finally exhaled because it was done. Now of course, I don’t particularly enjoy falling asleep on the couch. For some reason whenever I do I wake up with an entire arm asleep or a completely sore neck, so I woke Joey up and told him I was going to bed and I was taking my quilt with me. Yes I know it is summer in Texas and I already have one quilt on my bed, but I finished this quilt and I was going to sleep under it. I was hot all night, but I had my quilt. I woke up a few times to turn over or adjust my pillow and each time I did, I would look down and admire my quilt’s wrinkly snuggliness. When I woke up this morning, I admired it again. Sure, the edging is wonky and my sewing was so uneven it folded back over onto itself, but Joey was warm and comfy as he snoozed underneath. Tonight, I’ll iron over the edging and sew it a little closer to the edge to eliminate the folding, but after that I won’t mess with it again. It is finally done and it is exactly what I wanted.