Looking at the picture now, I can see that FOUR of the bottles are wrong. I added sashing to them. I pressed them. Teenage Daughter laid them out in the order she wanted, and she didn't notice it either.
I can't tell you how much I don't want to take this quilt top apart to fix them. It's got to be done. Later. When I'm feeling healthier and less mad at myself.
The worst part? I messed up those bottles while I was still healthy.
This post is linked to Patchwork Times.