With exactly 18 days until my 40th birthday, and a self-imposed deadline looming, I took my quilt in progress to the lounge room and laid it out on the floor.
Bloody hell - it's rather ginormous. I still have 36 blocks to make, 15 half blocks to make, and a two halves to join, and that alone will take me at least two days. I don't think I'm going to make my deadline, but that's OK. And will nine months be enough time to hand quilt it?
It looks even bigger from up on a chair. I measured it, and it will be 238 cm long and 235 cm wide. It's my biggest quilt ever, and I'm going to hand quilt it? I must be completely bonkers. I'm not bonkers about basting it though - that is going to be done by a professional machine quilter. I decided that the moment I saw the monster laid out on the floor.
I'm still loving it though. The Mister wondered if I was stressing myself out with getting the top finished in only a couple of weeks, but I'm not. I sort my colours and pick up my pieces and my threaded needle, and a strange calmness comes over me. I'm in my own world with my own happy thoughts, and I'm really going to miss that world once I've finished.