|That's Mark with his dogbuddies|
Outside the meeting room a beautiful, eclectic mix of quilts was arrayed on the hallway floor like a Middle Eastern carpet bazaar. Back inside the meeting room, I plugged away at my sewing machine, just trying to get the danged quilt done.
I tried to stick it out, but when I began rotary cutting like a drunkard, I knew it was time to pack it in. Suffice it to say that around midnight I ran out of gas and went to bed.
A few weeks later I finished the quilt. Then it sat for a while longer, about six months or so, and I finally took it to the quilter. When I got it back it was time to move and I hadn't sewn on the binding. It still isn't sewn on, but I have an incentive: I promised a charity in Mora that they could have a quilt for their silent auction and I promised it for next week. So the quilt will finally be done, have a new home and there will be scholarships for some Mora seniors.
I like it but I don't love it, so that's why it's going to a new home.