There was a time I thought I’d never finish. But inch by inch, square by square, I sewed.
Yes, those are skulls and crossbones on the quilt. This is my oldest daughter’s blanket. It took me two years to finish. There’s a pound of flesh from hand quilting the queen-sized blanket. Every square is handstitched to the batting and backing (which is black BTW).
The long strips on the sides had to be added, as she upgraded from a twin mattress to a queen-sized one in the process. The tips of my fingers under the quilting hoop were raw and bloody, but everything came out in the wash.
Then I gave it to my daughter. She didn’t want to give it back to me to even take a picture. Cyanide, her cat, sat on it and didn’t move when I snuck into her room. Finally, she noticed a few slipped stitches and gave it back to me to repair. Once I fixed it, I was smart enough to photograph it before returning it to her and her cat.
My son’s quilt is next. His is bigger larger even than king-sized. Boy am I glad skin grows back:D