Dear Monster,

 I really do love you, my dear monster quilt.  And it is not as though you are king size.  You are just a bit outside the realm of do-ability for me and my trusty old Bernina.  We are pushing on though.  That is, pushing, tugging, twisting and shoving.  I have had classes with machine quilting teachers that advise the “fluff and stuff” method of getting the bulk of your quilt under your sewing machine.  My method for this one has rather been one of “cram and curse.”  We are way beyond rolling or pleating.

 

My shoulders ache, my hands are killing me, and my back is questioning the age stated on my driver’s license.   But I am not giving up on you now, monster baby!  I am playing the victory aria Nessun Dorma from Puccini's opera  Turandot, getting back rubs and pep talks from my husband, who keeps bringing in more tables to support your embarrassing weight.  So, monster darling, get ready for another session of cursing and cramming.   In the words of Puccini, no one will sleep!  My machine will be humming all night and “at dawn, I will win!”  We will win!