Have you noticed I’ve gone a little quiet lately on the subject of my Daisy a Day quilt?
If you say it quickly (and perhaps underwater!) “Daisy a Day” can sound like “lazier days” - and that, my dear readers, describes what’s been happening around here. At least as far as quilting’s concerned.
In this post I was
confident silly enough to claim that
1) I could make “a daisy a day”, and
2) Another 16 daisies and I’d be done.
Don’t misunderstand me, I’m in love with everything about this quilt. It’s just that I can’t wait to see it finished and in use. It’s become clear, though, that I’m going to need many more daisies if it’s to cover the bed properly, and rather than piecing “a daisy a day” I seem to be currently averaging a rather more laggardly “four daisies a week”.
That doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it?
But, as all quilters know, creating a quilt is as much about the journey as the destination, and for now I’m simply enjoying the ride.