My partner commiserated and offered to take out his vengeance on the offending quilts. This, my friends, is true love. We didn't torch, bake, or otherwise burn the quilt, though.
... My lovely friend Penny loaned me her machine. I was terrified that I was going to break it too... I mean honestly. I've been sewing for 2 years and have never damaged a machine and I kill two in the space of 4 days??? Inconceivable!!!
I didn't break it. Thank goodness. I'm already going to be giving a fat amount of dosh to Mr Sewing Doctor for two busted machines.
You can see from the details shots here that the quilting on the orange one runs nicely to the edge, but on the blue one it is cut short. Yeah... that'll be because the binding on the blue had been half done in a fancy stitch when it died. Unfortunately Penny's machine doesn't have that stitch, and unpicking it was almost impossible. After ten minutes of wrestling to unpick about a 1/2 inch of stitching I just pulled out my rotary cutter and trimmed it again, almost-completed binding and all.
It was a very odd sensation to be cutting up what essentially looked like a completed quilt! But the world didn't end and my head didn't explode. Phew!
Something I've rarely done is wash the quilt before I give it away, since I often leave things to the last minute. This time I was keen to wash it so I'd get that lovely wrinkly effect that cotton batting gives. I'm so pleased with the result that I'm likely to never gift an unwashed quilt ever again!
So the rogue quilts were finally tamed.
And tonight, at dinner... my friend will get her quilts. She's gonna love 'em. And I think they're all under control now, with all rogue elements safely out of their system. :)