Pin It But not really. The end never really seems to be the end, for me.
I finally finished quilting my BeDazzled quilt late, late last night (actually, early, early this morning).
I have to preface the rest of my post with an apology for my lack in writing/thinking skills lately. I've been so scatter brained and tired. I am going to sleep tonight! I think. I hope. Anyway!
The quilt. I started this quilt last June, after I got back from Spring International Quilt Market and saw the designs for the first time. They were released in Minneapolis, and I knew right away and I had to do it. It has definitely been a long, learning road. I wasn't an embroiderer, but I was a pretty decent piecer. Y-seams? Didn't even really know what they were.
I typically try to do one big project a year. When I choose my big project for the year, I want something that is really going to be a challenge. This... was the perfect project for this year. To spend close to a year of your life on something, not knowing what you're doing the entire time, is definitely an interesting experience.
When I get my big projects finished, I feel such relief. But only for a few brief moments. Then sadness kicks in. Why? Because it's done. I've obsessed over it, and it has become my entire life. And then it's just done.
Does anybody else get like that, or is it just me?
Don't get me wrong. There's still a lot to be done before the quilt is finished. But all (or most) of the creative part is over. The rest is just all of the junk that HAS to be done. Blocking, binding, label, sleeve. None of that is fun. But I guess I can still look forward to the very last step: CRYSTALS!
I don't really have much else to say. Except that today is the last day of voting for the Golden Quilter Awards (and no, I didn't vote for myself!)!
Now, without any further ado, here is my blood, sweat, and so, so many tears.
Back (I had to edit this one for the lighting because it was too dark!):
Up close and personal:
There you have it!
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