Wouldn’t you love to be a guest at my mom’s house? I kinda like it here! But there’s a slight problem. The bed in the guest room (I’m not a guest . . I have my own room here!) is buried.
That is a mountain of quilts waiting to be bound! I am not sure how many quilts are in there. I do not want to know how many quilts are in there. I will get them all done. I’m finishing them by hand because mom’s machine is a Bernina 930 (I mostly use a 1230) and I had a hard time hitting right in the ditch on it. I could practice and get it right but I can also sit with them at night and spend quality time while mom and dad both read on the Kindle. It’s almost like being at home with Vince. No one talks to me. Maybe it’s me. 🙁
Anyway, the binding bolt is empty and all that remains are binding tails which will go home with me and go into the 2-1/2″ strip bin.