Not this time, baby. [Update: Baby Fiona. Baby Fiona. That's why there's that f. F for Fiona, see?]
I had started making Unnecessarily Complex squares out of triangles that I had a hair-brained idea I was going to do some sort of chevron pattern with (click here for the quilt that my friend Emily made that was so stinking cute she made me want to make one).
Then I sort of found myself walking a wide circle around the pile where I'd left the weird stack of hand-sewn triangle-y squares. Like it smelled bad or had a virus I didn't want to catch or something. I did this for roughly 4 days. And it was getting down to the wire, People. I was going to meet my niece-lette Empty Handed if I didn't get the sewing hitch out of my sewing getalong and start Making.So I was upstairs staring at it like it was a dead animal that I was afraid might come back to life when all of sudden, I just picked up this other weird mod sheet that was lying nearby and started cutting wildly and I'd sewn an entirely new Top for the thing and deemed the complex triangles as Back Material.
So, this quilt took very little time to make, unless you count all the time when I was trying to get my head to figure it out and my head was refusing.Oh--and also if you don't count how I decided to HAND QUILT it like some weird Quilting Aunt Overachiever.
I finished the hand quilting (bloody thumbs and all, Everyone) and then I brought it home to finish. Because I needed to add this (I know: and she has a jungle room, Everybody. Come. On.)