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Done & Done & Certifiable

I finished Mom's birthday quilt on time, and here's how it turned out:

I also made some pillows for Kat and Oliver out of some Minky remnant yardage I got for six bucks at JoAnn (I also used up two bags of fiber fill that I've had sitting in the sewing supply closet for a while):

So that should make me happy, right? Eh. I want to do more with the time I have left to sew. Which brings me to the most ambitious embroidered quilt I've ever made, my recycled linen quilt, which I finished a little over a year ago:

It's become my favorite quilt. It's the perfect weight for year-round use, and I just love it, so I've kept it out in the office since I finished it:

When I finished it I remember thinking "never again." Linen is so hard to piece because it moves all over the place when you're sewing, plus all the work I put into the quilt was just insane. Now that my hands are deteriorating rapidly and my time to sew is running out, I accepted that I really couldn't make another one. And please note I was fine with that decision. Until I noticed the Etsy shop where I bought some of the scrap linen was offering more bundles, and . . .

Yeah, I think I'm making another one. Since I'll have Christmas gifts to make first, and I need to collect more scrap linen, probably after the holidays. Argh.

Comments

nightsmusic said…
Oh, Lynn. Your mother's quilt is just beautiful! It couldn't have turned out nicer. Really. And that linen quilt you did last year is probably still my favorite as well, as much for the amount of work you had to put into it as to how it turned out. But you do realize, you're a tad bit a glutton for punishment, yes? ;)

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