This weekend I was prepping these quilts so I can baste them tomorrow with my friends. I had pieced all the backs and was getting ready for the batting. Last time I bought batting I got a bolt that was 120″ wide. I figured this would give me the most bang for my buck. I could get two quilty hugs from the width.
Well, I pulled out one of my leftover pieces and look what I found.
My naughty doggy had chewed a whole in it. I was not a happy camper, but was able to stitch a scrap onto the undamaged piece and make it work. How can you stay mad at a face like this?