This red fabric was supposed to be chickens. I bought it to make a chicken quilt. And then I found something else I wanted to try, decided that I wanted to make it in red and yellow, and didn't realize until too late that I was using my chicken fabric.
So I totally embraced the chicken thing and bought a chicken novelty print for the backing. And then it sat for five years because I wanted to quilt it with chickens and didn't know how to quilt at all. Now I can quilt, but I still don't know how to do chickens -- which I'm sure has a lot to do with the fact that I've never actually tried to quilt a chicken.
I pulled out the top a couple of weeks ago, dug out the backing fabric from the drawer it's been in since I bought it five years ago, and thought about trying something feathery.
And then the urge to get it done and cross another UFO off my list before the end of the year was stronger than the urge to wait until I could figure out feathers and I just meandered it.
There seems to be a pattern developing here, one I'm not sure that I like. Last week's finish was supposed to be a bed size quilt, but I made it into a small throw with the blocks that I already had finished. Not because I didn't want to make a big version of that quilt, but because I convinced myself I'd never get around to doing it with those blocks.
Enough people are out there saying - to me and everyone else - that we're never going to do things. I don't need to start doing it to myself.
This post is linked to Finish it up Friday over at Crazy Mom Quilts and Confessions of a Fabric Addict.