Today was truly a day of rest, just working in the garden and household chores. Emotionally I still feel bruised and that is coming out in the quilt that I have been making.
A friend at work asked if I could make a quilt for her for a baby shower that she has to go to early June. Of course, I was thrilled but in the midst of all that we had the "bad husband" thing happen and I totally forgot about it. So when she asked me this week if it was almost finished, I told her the truth, and said that I'd have it done by next week.
I think I've said before how much of yourself you sew into a quilt- or into anything that you make. Well, this quilted blanket has given me more trouble than I would ever believe. I am definitely sewing my feelings into it. It's wrinkled, and stretched out wrong, I've had to stitch and pick out stitches; the border started out at 9 inches wide but has been cute down to 5 inches. The binding color is all wrong, and I'll have to make new. It needs pressing, and washing and if I wasn't giving it away - it'd go into the goodwill box, so that I wouldn't see it again.
Every quilt has a story, and this one is a tangled mess.