I have been working on it since at *least* 2002.
I pieced pinwheels at Grandma’s house (every one of ’em traced and cut by her).
I arranged strips while hiding in my parents’ basement during the 2003 tornado.
I stitched my way sporadically through college, hanging out in the MO Hall 5North lounge.
There’s always more to do.
Eventually I ran out of the white blocks – “snowballs” – and had to beg Grandma to cut and send me some more.
My knitting sits abandoned.
And now I’m almost done; I’m attacking these last few rows marathon-style, trying to get them done by next weekend’s visit to Grandma.
But you know what? I’m not sure I’m ready. I’ve been through a lot with this quilt; what will I do when it’s quilted and bound and spread out on the bed?
Guess I’ll have to start another – 2018, here we come! 😀