Last weekend, I think due to the shock to the system of having four days off instead of the usual two, I accidentally embarked on a brand new patchwork quilt. This was just hours after telling myself sternly that I still had two patchwork quilts on the go that needed to take priority in the finishing list, and promising myself that by no means would I touch this until I had completed one of the others. Then I was left alone in the house, and when there’s no one about to keep me on the straight and narrow, there’s no telling what I might get up to.
I’m sure that this is by far the speediest patchwork I’ve ever made, as by the end of the evening I had managed to sew the vast majority of the squares into strips, and only had a couple left to do the following day. Sadly I can’t claim to have carried on at the same pace all weekend, and I can’t yet show proof of the finished object, as the strips are still in a bundle in my living room, with numbers pinned to them so that I can’t possibly forget what order they’re supposed to go in, while I summon up the strength for my next mega straight line sewing session.