Last winter, Annie and I started making a quilt. She decided what colors she wanted, we chose the snowball and nine patch pattern together, and went through the stash for purple and yellow fabrics.
We talked about the size (she wanted it really big) and I went through all the math. She stuck by my side cutting every piece. Her patience and excitement were unrestrained.
We pieced the nine patches and the snowballs, and Annie actually sewed about 1/2 of the nice patches. We laid out all the blocks on the floor and she played with the layout until she was happy with the result.
Her excitement grew as we pieced the top. We decided on a thick fuzzy fleece for the background.
Then one day I folded up the pieced top and the fleece and set them aside. There were several reasons I needed a breather from this project, although I never intended the break to last 9 months!
Reason #1: I don’t think she’s ever noticed, but I did the math wrong and the inside edges of the nine patches and snowballs don’t line up perfectly.
Reason #2: I actually pieced the top differently than we had planned and bought the fleece backing for, and I no longer had enough fleece to cover the entire back.
Reason #3: I also didn’t want to quilt it with the fleece as backing because it would be too thick with batting and fleece and I didn’t want to wreck my machine with all the lint from the fleece.
There were many, many other projects to fill the time and space, and then spring arrived and a quilt for her bed wasn’t top priority anymore. Every once in a while Annie would spy the quilt and ask when we were going to work on it again.
Finally, the weather turned colder, the project list grew shorter, and I wanted the space back on my sewing cart!
So I pulled it out and decided we would tie it instead of quilt it, bought more fleece, and decided I would have to live with the uneven parts. After those hurdles were crossed, it only took a few days to finish Annie’s quilt.
She helped me tie every knot and make the binding from some fabric Bari J. gifted me. She dressed herself and did her own hair for the photoshoot. She chose all the poses herself.
I don’t know if it’s possible for one girl to be more proud of a quilt.
She doesn’t see any of the mistakes, she only wraps herself in it at night and tells me in the morning how well she slept.
I think the lesson in this project for me is that perfectionism hinders progress. This quilt didn’t have to be perfect to keep Annie warm.
And the warmth in her heart at sharing this experience with her Mom is more valuable than perfectly matched edges.
What are your thoughts, did I compromise the right thing?