I'm really not a quilter who gives a rip about matching seamlines, so you can guess how much of a trial this very simple green quilt is to my psyche. When quilting, my seam ripper is related to me like a third cousin, twice removed. (When sewing clothing, it is a devoted pet.)
But even distant relatives visit once in a while.
Lest anyone (myself included) get discouraged by the lack of progress on this enormous green monstrosity, observe the following:
I lead the most exciting life.