Last night I was working on the remaining side border for The Girl’s quilt. I finished it (hurray for me) but in my casual observance of the two piles of fabric for the stripes, I found myself thinking: hey, it looks like there are a lot more white strips than mauve strips. (Remember I still have to complete the top and bottom borders.)
Out came the pattern book. According to that I needed 16 more mauve stripes to make my border look like the border in the picture. Ok, no problem. All I had to do was count the mauve strips. I must have just made way more white strips. Right?
Wrong! I only have 14 remaining mauve strips. Two short. Two! As The Boy would say, What the heck?! I ran to the closet where I’ve been storing the fabric bits for the quilt and started painstakingly pulling out fabric, piece by piece. I never found two more strips, but I found enough left over mauve to cut two more strips.
Whoo! I thought for a moment I risked scrapping the entire project, and not just the gold medal. But no, I am still in the running for gold.
Yeah, baby. I’m that good. Or that lucky.