My Scrap Management Quilt is finished.
I'm thrilled, because it can now embrace its function as the go-to snuggle quilt on the family couch. But I'm sad, because I really enjoyed each process of making it (apart from the basting). And I'm thrilled, because the Beloved thoroughly approves of this sort of quilty aesthetic and can see that there was method in my madness, as well as madness in my method. But I'm sad, because in my enthusiasm I seem to have stuffed the thread tension on my (newly serviced!) sewing machine beyond redemption and cannot therefore get on with any of the other machine quilting, apron-making and so forth that I'm itching to do. But mostly, I'm thrilled.
The front (I ditched the border idea and just made some brown binding to finish):
The back (red-striped ticking, shows the puckers up really well!):
A closer look:
A collage of my favourite little clashy places on the quilt:
Yes, this quilt is certainly 'differnt'. And yet just how I imagined it.
Thank you, creative spacers, for encouraging me along the way with this quilt over these last few months. It's the type of quilt that could've been designed, cut, pieced and finished in a weekend, but instead I've averaged an hour per week on it, because machine-sewing just isn't fitting easily into my world - time, space or technique-wise. Perhaps my sewing machine is telling me something? Oh well, nothing for it but to snuggle up under my new quilt and get on with those ugly hexagons!