And then a day like last Thursday comes around, where I can't decide if I should quilt a quilt myself or send it to a pro.
So I asked my husband. I could see the thought bubble fill in over his head: "I really don't care. You decide." But he provided a more magnanimous response: "You can spend the money if you want. You decide." (Then he returned to thinking about electronically traded funds or President Grant or whatever was on his mind that moment. When people talk about the Cloud now, I say that's where husband has been all along.)
So I did decide, and I quilted it myself.
I still need to iron it, but I took it outside after laundering to make sure I could see all the loose threads and such I needed to pick off, and here's what it looked like.
Not bad, right? I actually like the wrinkled, homespun appearance, but I'm afraid that suggests overall quilting, which is misleading. So before I put it on my etsy (again, I'll accept advance orders), I'll flatten it out.
I also sewed the binding onto the table runner that I had quilted with machine embroidered suns.
I also binded (not bound) the Kona and batik quilt, and put the borders on the whimsical animal quilt. All this while watching 5.6 million hours of college hoops during which time I was, thankfully, not blinded by the Baylor team's uniforms.