Here were the rules and the instructions to the Universe. There were:
None. Zero. Not a one. Zilch. Less than one. None.
No matter what the sewing machine did or does. (See the previous post.)
The same color can land next to itself or not.
The seams can match up or not.
Many, if not most things lately, I have had to accept that I don't or can't control them.
The Ravioli Quilt isn't one of them.
Witness the truth of it:
I love it. Every single stitch. Every crooked seam. The two little matching squares sitting side-by-side.
I'm even over the occasional clunk the machine makes when I sew a little too fast. (Although I will admit, I keep expecting to break another needle. I can't figure out what's hitting what, but the dear machine I have named Turtle sews on.)
I guess her name is Turtle because she and I stitch slowly along. We're a little slow, but we don't stop. We keep moving forward. No matter what.
Peace and love.
Oh, and does your machine have a name?