My Dad has been bugging me for years about making him a quilt using his Crown Royal Whiskey bags and I have been putting him off for years. Finally I had a weak moment and relented, I can only say I was pregnant at the time and my brain way hormonal. Since I was pregnant I didn't actually get started on it since I had a baby room to do and a baby quilt to make and then..... I had a baby and worked on nothing but feeding and changing the baby!
As Father's Day started getting closer the guilt started rising so I sat my reluctant behind down and told myself to just do it and get it over with. I got out my graph paper and my pencil and started designing... well maybe more like I started cussing and practicing my bank shot off the garbage can. Finally, finally I had an idea that seemed simple enough and would highlight his precious bags. I drew it all out and started cussing again as I had to do all the math to figure out how much fabric I would need but when it was all over I was kind of proud of myself and my first design.
I shopped and shopped happy as a lark and found some fabric that was in the closeouts from the Jacobean Garden collection that matched the gold embroidery on the Crown Royal bags and got started, still with the proud glow.
The glow wore off oh about 15 minutes later as I realized that it was really hard to try to cut out a 4-1/2" square from the bags that aren't all the same size and are made out of cheap felt and why the heck had I said yes and why didn't the Crown Royal people use better fabric AND.. sorry I had a flashback...I took a minute to do some deep breathing and think I can continue. Remember, I love my Dad, I love my Dad, I love my Dad..... Then all that cussing and such started again as I tried to sew my not straight square (boy does the bag fabric stretch!) into semi straight rows and make sure all my squares lined up - boy did I make a NOT so simple design, I thought I was being clever and wouldn't have to match anything but man was I in my Alternate Quilting Reality Universe AGAIN!
Finally all the rows were sewn and then the rows sewn together and they did not end up even so the bottom row of squares is not exactly the same size squares as the rest of the quilt but I guess it's my humility row. The important thing is that my Dad will love it, I'm done with it, and it's the quilters problem now - sorry Darlene!