After my last rant about the dearth of manly-man fabrics in the quilting universe, I made this comfort quilt. It couldn’t be more manly unless it grew a beard, left the toilet seat up and randomly scratched itself.
I spent Friday afternoon cutting the squares and the evening piecing the top. Himself was engrossed in that Chuck Norris classic, Lone Wolf McQuade, so you know there wasn’t a dang thing to watch. I sewed like mad just to drown out the cheesy music to say nothing of the quality of the acting.
Saturday I clipped until I thought my hands would fall off (aren’t there quilt minions for this horrid part of the process?) and ran it through the washer/dryer. The homespuns raveled really well.
I like that it’s wrinkly and rumpled…kind of like an old man’s hiney. Only cleaner. And prettier to look at.
Manly quilt. Mission accomplished.