I had it all finished.
All the handwork was done.
All the quilting complete.
I put the backing on.
I put the binding on.
I ironed it.
Then hung it.
I turned a spotlight on it.
Stepped back..
And it was wrinkly.
Something had gone terribly wrong when I attached the back.
I looked at it devastated.
All that work.
I had to sit down.
I was feeling Frustrated. heartbroken. Defeated..
There was a lot of dramatic sighing..
And some explicative language.
Over several days..
I ironed it several times.
I couldn’t get the wrinkles out.
The only solution I could come up with was to start over for a third time.
For those of you holding your breath I did not start over.
I just couldn’t bear it with out exhausting every skill I have.
I decided to cut all the batting I could out.
I re-layered it and then basted it by hand from the center out so I could tug and stitch simultaneously.
I’m going to add some quilting..
That will hold the batting in place.
I think it’s going to be okay..
Crisis mitigated. 🤞🏻
Would I have gone for it a third time? To get it right?
Probably.
But I’m glad I didn’t have to.