Since Christmas, Son's quilt has taken up residence on the dining room table.
Every day I try to spend at least a few minutes stitching in as many of those ditches as I can.
At first it seemed like I was getting nowhere but lately I can see the whole thing starting to come together.
I've even had to put pins in the ditches I've missed because there aren't too many I haven't already stitched.
Thank goodness Son lives in a upstairs apartment that gets more than enough heat even on the coldest of days or I might feel rushed to get this done before winter was over and you just can't rush machine quilting. Notice the little furry behind under the table. That's another reason things aren't moving as fast as I'd like. She's not much of a help. Especially when she is trying to eat the project.