I finished up a quilt that has been languishing on the shelf for months. I cut the squares over a year ago, pieced most of the top at my retreat in November, and then felt kind of blah about it. Yesterday I decided to get it done. I started basting at 12:30 and was done quilting and binding by 5:30. Not bad with a toddler running around!
It's pieced from 5 1/2 inch squares of prints that I really love separately. Together, I'm not so sure anymore. It reminds me of 70s decor. Maybe it will speak to me again this autumn? At this point I'm just glad it's finished. Not everything can be a masterpiece!