Long, long ago, I started on this quilt of corduroy from thrift store clothes. I had intended it to be for our bed, but somewhere along the way I decided to give it to Ian instead. By Christmas time it was stitched and basted, but not quilted or bound. I wrapped it up and gave it to him, then took it back to complete it. Finding someone willing to machine quilt it turned out to be problematic, but in the end Shawna's stepmother did a great job at a fabulous price.
Then finally, today, I finished binding it, nearly 15 months after the day I started.
Some things are worth the wait.