Quilt of Hate no more

Nearly three years later, I’ve finally finished it. My almost disastrous satin quilt project.

All my fears about the unintentional swastika pattern (that isn’t *technically* a swastika pattern because it faces the wrong way, but whatever, try explaining that to every person who walks in your home) has receded into the background now that I’ve got everything pieced together and the machine quilting done.

I finally just finished sewing up the binding, and now it’s all done. This was one of the longest projects I’ve ever worked on. I rarely let something go on this long without finishing up or developing a nervous tic.

We tossed it on the bed last night for it’s inaugural sleep, and it’s wonderful. I don’t think it will be my last satin quilt. It reminds me of the silky robes and nightgowns my mom used to wear, before one of us girls (ahem, Traci) claimed them for ourselves.

Now the only problem will be the first time a cat decides to sink their claws into it. I may shortly have a few less kitties wandering about the place.