The quilt is done. I did not count up the hours spent on this, which I think is probably for the best.
...in which my semi-toothless child holds up the finished quilt proudly.
...in which said child claims exhaustion while revealing the backside of the quilt.
...in which you get a glimpse of the gorgeous fabric I used for the back. As a bonus, you get a glimpse of my wonky stitchwork.
...in which we see the quilt hanging prettily from a random tree. As if that would ever happen in real life.
...in which we see the twin-size quilt spead out on our king-size bed, since that's the only spot in the house that ever gets any sunlight.
...in which we see that the quilt, despite various imperfections, works for its intended purpose. Perfectly.