11 months, 12 quilts, 1 quilter. Such a premise. Such a failure. And yet. Today is Winston Churchill Day. I know folks have issues with him; political folks; WWII history folks. I don't know where I stand on any of that, but I like that he's very quotable. So this is where I am today. Going from failure to failure until at last I've arrived at success, however long it takes. It was audacious to set a big quilting goal for myself. And in the trying, perhaps fail. But I look back at this attempt with pride, not defeat. Because while I didn't make my stated goal, I certainly made more progress than I ever would had I not set it...and quite bluntly, I made more progress on learning to quilt than I have in the previous 15 or so years I've been doing it. Yes, I still have some bindings to add. Yup, I still have some labels to create. But by the end of 11 months, I managed to quilt 6 quilts. Unless you've ever wrestled with a big quilt and won, you