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My mom always used to get frustrated with me when I was younger, because I had this "bad" habit of starting a new book before I had finished the one that I was reading. This lead to the starting of hundreds of books and the actual completion of, maybe, half of them. At the time, I didn't see why it was a big deal: it was my prerogative, right? I wasn't hurting anyone else by not finishing The Number One Ladies Detective Agency (MOM...) However, now that I am 27, willfully unemployed, and a self-proclaimed "crafter", my previously benign habit has turned into an aspect of my personality that no longer affects just me.

I could name at least 20 things that I have started making or doing that are all in the final stages of completion, but haven't been touched in at least a few days (if not weeks or months). To name a few:
-a pair of angel wings for a photographer friend of mine need about 20 more minutes of work
-a pillow for Abram needs to be closed up on the side (literally 5 minutes or less)
-the clothes that I have decided to donate or try and sell need to actually be taken out of our bedroom and to the stores
-the 30 or so items that I want to try and sell on etsy need pictures taken of them and to actually be listed in my shop
-the quilt that I just made for Abram needs a few more quilting stitches done on it, but it's already folded up and in his room as if it's ready to go.

That's just a couple. I am pretty proud of that quilt, though. I've never made a quilt before and, for some reason I decided that it was time to try. I think my justification at the time was that I had sheets and a crib skirt for the crib, but no blanket. So I scrounged up fabric that actually ended up matching everything quite nicely.

The easiest (but most tedious part) of a quilt is definitely the top. It's the pretty part that everyone sees and (hopefully) ooos and aaahhs over. That took 2 days and a total of about 8 hours. The harder part that I didn't count on, was making the "quilt sandwich" (technical quilting term... not kidding), which is where you put the top, the batting, and the backing together. It's hard because it gets all puckery if you don't do it right and it can really mess up that beautiful quilt top that took so much time. I took the easy, but more puckery, way out and did an inside out flip, rather than a border. Next time, I will do the border. Definitely worth it. So here are some pictures of the "finished" quilt. I wish I had taken more of the process, but alas, I didn't think ahead.


Unfortunately, the number one person affected by my inability to complete a single project, is my husband. The poor man lives in a house filled with yarn, fabric, pins, scraps, blankets, pillows shoes, and shirts that rarely gets cleaned unless people are coming over. I guess my son will be a co-sufferer soon enough. But maybe that will be a good thing for Quinn. He will get to look at Abram and shake his head as I show them the latest thing that "I've been working on", but they both know I will never actually finish.

Oh, and here's a picture of Abram and I at 28 1/2 weeks...
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