I'm a glutton for punishment.
For reasons that are really beyond my comprehension, I decided to sign up for a four-week class to learn how to make a Blooming Nine Patch quilt. This sucker may look tremendously cool when finished, but trust me when I say that it is a PAIN IN MY ASS.
At 72x82inches, this puppy has 2,016 teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy squares made of up 1.75x1.75 inch bits of fabric. Yup. You read that right: 2,016. Then there's the 195 larger squares and the 60 triangles that are also in it.
If you're doing the mental math, that means this quilt has nearly 2,300 pieces of fabric seamed together, all of which I will have cut and sewn by the time I finish. Put simply, this quilt is drudgery at its absolute worst.
To make matters worse, I'm not exactly what you would call laid back about the project. That's because my totally screwed up, sadistic inner voice has turned it into a competitive sewing adventure, and I'm trying to finish before everyone else. (I told you, I live to screw up the curve.)
This combination of insanely annoying project + inhuman urge to kick ass means that I am logging long, disgruntled, profanity-filled hours on the sewing machine. It also explains this: