Some days you just need to stay in bed. Preferably snuggled under a quilt not attacked by a dog. Today is one of those days. Hubby was up all night in the bathroom, thus keeping me up. But gone are the days when we could just wallow in sickness and tiredness - toddlers and babies just don't get that. So Hubby is wallowing in bed, trying to sip ginger ale and the girls and I are having a pajama day. Oh, did I mention that it was our wedding anniversary?Thankfully the damage on the quilt was not also done today. It was actually attacked by one of the dogs a little over 5 years ago, on a day far worse. I'd been reamed out at work, we were awaiting word from Hubby's parents about his dad's cancer surgery, it was the coldest day of the year, and the desk we picked up for my brother was damaged. You know, one of those days where just one more thing going wrong will make you cry tears that you fear will never end?
We were pulling up to the house and I asked Hubby where the dogs were. At the time they were generally outside dogs and couldn't fully be trusted in the house for long periods of time alone. He assured me that he cleaned our room, closed the closets, and left them on their beds sleeping. But I knew, I just knew, as I asked him, "But what about the quilt?" I raced in the house and at first glance everything seemed fine - dogs were spazzing at our arrival and everything appeared intact. Then Hubby found a crumple of wet batting in the dog bed, the intact dog bed. Sure enough, a quick investigation found a chunk missing from our quilt. Commence Cheryl losing it. I screamed, I punched the walls, I cried, and it took a few shots of vodka to settle my nerves.
When we arrived at the hospital the next morning we had a few more misadventures to share with my father-in-law. He was more than an optimist, he always chose to not let things get to him and he had the ability to get everyone around him do the same thing. Here we were whining about our ridiculous string of bad luck to a man diagnosed with terminal cancer and he was making us laugh. And then he told me to just make the chewed section part of the quilt's history. It wasn't ruined, this is just what happened one crappy day.
It's taken me over 5 years to fix this quilt, partially out of laziness, partially out of uncertainty on just how to do it, and partially because it serves as a vivid reminder of those precious days five years ago. Our anniversary was looming and the quilt was in desperate need of a wash, so it seemed time to tackle it. Thankfully it was only this one section along the edge of the quilt that was chewed. I decided that it was small enough (about 8 inches total) that it wouldn't wreck the remaining edge of the quilt (it's a king-size). So I merely cut around the total chewed section in a relatively gradual curve, cut some bias binding, ripped out stitches of the old binding, and did my best to attach it all together. I don't generally use bias bindings, and never continuous bindings, so it was quite the challenge for me. It came out okay. I'm not proud of the final connection of the new and existing binding, but overall it looks decent.
The next step is to actually put another label on the quilt, identifying the history. This quilt was pieced together with blocks I got in a block shower from a whole bunch of on-line friends. At the time of our wedding I was heavily involved with the World Wide Quilting Page. They got together and sent us blocks to make a wedding quilt. Even Morgan enjoyed receiving all the blocks. And this quilt has always been our summer quilt ever since. One of these days the weather will warm up and we can retire the duvet for the summer and snuggle under this quilt again. Happy Anniversary.