This quilt is like motherhood. It is not about perfection. It is about the love. I repeat this to myself when I notice the little bunches and other flaws in the quilt. It is about the love.
I vowed to quit making cousin/niece/nephew/visiting-teacher's-SIL-once-removed quilts, but then my cousin got pregnant with twins. And I felt really bad for her, having wished for twins myself until my firstborn child was about a week old.
I know that black and white damask is ubiquitous right now, but I just loved it with the red with white polka dots fabric for the border. Sadly, I didn't wash the red border fabric before quilting it in. Then I started ironing and realized that the dye is not set. So I will be washing this quilt in multiple commercially available dye setters before giving it away, and I will be hoping desperately that the quilt will remain red and white instead of becoming a pink and rainbow disaster of laundral laziness.