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Last night I kept that promise I made to myself and backed, batted and pinned the linen quilt. I waited until the pups went to sleep so they wouldn't come over to help. The warmer weather has them shedding like mad, plus lately they think every textile on the floor is an invitation to tug-o-war. I went slowly with the pinning so I wouldn't bleed on the quilt, so it took about six hours altogether.

I had to iron everything again first (linen tends to wrinkle if you breathe on it) including the batting. Lately every roll of batting I take out of the bag is puckered and bulgy and makes me a little crazy. I also forgot to square the bottom, something I didn't realize until I'd finished pinning.

I don't know if I mentioned it before now, but the top is comprised entirely of scraps from a small bed linen company. The backing is a beautiful vintage navy linen I found on eBay, a bit darker and heavier than what I used for my first linen quilt, but very comfortable. I can't wait to get started on the stitching.

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