Brett's mother's quilt top is finished.
Biggest mistake of this quilt so far has been what I like to think of as my Amish block. Some quilters believe that Amish craftspeople intentionally introduce errors into their work to promote the idea that only God is perfect. I for one don't buy it: I think the presumption that one would have to try to make mistakes is kind of, well, uppity. And I haven't met too many uppity Amish.
But as for my sad little block, it only proves that even without trying I make more than enough mistakes to keep a whole damn pantheon of gods feeling smug and superior. When I was sewing the blocks into rows, I noticed that one had a little nick in it from careless rotary cutting. It would only worsen, I knew, with quilting and washing, so it had to be replaced. But I had only scraps of the floral print left, and no patience with trying other combinations that would work in its place. So I pieced it, clumsily.
And it's fine. If that's the most noticeable mistake I make on this quilt, I'll trade in my Elna for a butter churn.