Quietly at night, I cut and stitched and cut some more. For weeks in January.
In February I swore when it came to handling 2,50 x 2,50 meters of cotton batting,
I swore when I had to iron 2,50 x 2,50 meters of cotton fabric
and I swore when I had to put about tenthousandthreehundred (estimated) safety pins into a 2,50 x 2,50 meters cotton-batting-cotton sandwich.
Where are the houseelves when you need them?!
But I loved when it all came together. In the first quilt I've ever made for myself.