That moment when you realize that at last you’ve finished piecing the first quarter of your quilt top in both directions* and feel pretty darn good about it… until you realize that it lost, in all seriousness, about 15″ of length in the process of piecing. The right amount. The expected amount. The amount that comes with a higher ratio of seam to square size. I get it. Thirty-one seams, a half inch per seam…
Sometimes math stinks.
It does look good hanging up on the wall. Just tiny. Tiny-er.
Also in the negative column for tonight: why isn’t there a single caramel in this house? That’s just wrong.
* For those new to the maniacal procedures used here to sew little bits of fabric together, a quick explanation. I lay out all the squares. Then I sew them all together in one direction, say top to bottom and then I sew them all together in the other direction side to side. Keeps everything quite orderly. The maniacal part comes from sewing a lot of squares together, matching the seams as I go. It’s called “my life, an inch and a half at a time.”
