Yes, Satan sure knew what he was doing when he made polyester. The quilt was going so peacefully and beautifully until I went to put on the binding. I had some shiny silky fabric in just the right colour, and it would have made a suitable binding, so I ignored my deep loathing of petroleum-based fabric and gave it a go.
Well, you know what happened. The damn stuff slid all over the place, puckered, twisted, slithered and frayed. I got the ends done and realized it was a disaster, had to pick the stuff out and begin again with a boring but easy to handle cotton.
Not only was the air blue with my very unladylike curses, I missed a bicycle maintenance workshop I really wanted to go to, and a screening of Julie and Julia at the Arts Centre.