After a very, very long time, I finally finished my son’s quilt. He hovered for a while then I told him I had to wash it before it would be done. He waited. I washed it and dried it. Hubby found it in the dryer, folded and put it away. Son ransacked closet for his quilt then stashed it in his room until the weekend when he would remake his bed.
Here is the finished quilt. I can fit a queen-sized bed:
It matches the mural my mother painted on his bedroom wall