It all started with good intentions. You see, at work I run a program called The Colour of the Month. Each month has its own colour. I choose a fabric of that colour and cut it into approximately 15x15" pieces. Anyone who would like to participate buys one piece for $2.50 and makes something with said fabric. If they bring their project back before the end of the month, they get entered into a draw for a $25 gift certificate.
In November, I changed things up a bit. The colour was red, and the fabric had red poppies on it. So I thought it would be nice to ask everyone to make up a 12x12" block that would be part of a quilt to donate to the legion. Everyone was quite excited at the prospect.
I realized, of course, that with so many different people involved, measurements were bound to be off. I thought I had this all figured out by choosing a means of connecting the blocks with sashing so that the blocks were all offset and it wouldn't be so obvious that they were slightly different sizes.
I called my husband into the room. He saw it, too. He told me I couldn't keep doing this - that I needed to undo it and think of something else.
But I couldn't. I kept going. I made that same shape over and over. I fretted about it the entire time but tried to convince myself that when it was all put together it wouldn't be so obvious. In fact, no one would even know. But I knew.
I was right. No one noticed. Or at least, they were polite enough not to say anything. But the quilt is done now. And every time I look at it, I see them. They haunt me. And they will hang in the Legion for all the brave veterans to see. I just hope no one has some crazy flashback... :S