The quilt is finished.
It was the first solo quilt project I started after a beginners quilting class over 20 years ago.
Each piece was hand cut and hand stitched.
I spent hours of my first pregnancy stitching my way through morning sickness, doctor’s visits, back pain, and heartburn.
I finished the piecing, struggled with the sashing, and started hand-quilting it together.
It was at this point I got tired and frustrated. I had measured a little wrong – okay a lot wrong – and it wasn’t laying right.
I gave up, tucked the unfinished quilt in a box and promised myself I would finish it after the baby was born.
Fast forward 20 years, 5 kids, and 2 moves later. I found the quilt in that same box – with the quilting needle in the middle of a stitch, exactly where I left it.
As I picked the quilt up and smoothed it out – I knew I had to finish it. I found my quilt frame and picked up where I left off, finally putting the final stitches in the binding this week.
It’s not perfect – not by a long shot. Those imperfections didn’t magically disappear as it sat in storage.
No – the quilt didn’t change – but I did. I was finally ready to look past the mistakes and see the beauty.
I was ready to accept it for what it was and appreciate the lessons it taught me.
That sometimes we have to work with what we have.
That if we focus on the negative we often lose sight of the positive.
That if you just take a step back, and get the bigger picture, the little things don’t seem as important.
This first quilt will never win any prizes – but in my heart it will always be a work of art – a visual reminder of the life lessons it’s taken me 20 years to learn.