The thought only counts if you actually do what you were thinking.

I finally, finally got around to addressing a dear friend's "vintage" quilt.  It's a family treasure.  But to be fair, I did not know that when she gave it to me with the hopes that I might find a way to mend it.  She gave it to me forever ago.  As in, before I had Will.  And then I forgot about it (for shame!) until she sheepishly emailed me asking about it (for double shame!!).  And then--due to a variety of summer happenings, travels, and other medical distractions (every one is fine)--it still took me several weeks to pop it into the mail back to her (for oh-my-word-you-didn't triple shame!!!).  I feel horrible. 

She has a niece who can sew a bit, so I figured I'd best just get it back to her.  I did manage to put on a new backing and fix a bit of the binding to prevent any further deterioration.  You know, just in case her niece has a baby or three and ends up sticking it in a to-do pile, then promptly forgetting about it, for years. 

So to my friends out there who often send an eyeroll my way about my ambitious tendencies...you are right.  Lessoned learned to maybe not take on so much.  Otherwise, things like this will inevitably fall through the cracks and it kills me. 

Sandra