fold and press and fold and press

There is something very calming about mindless repetitive tasks - stuffing envelopes, folding laundry, making risotto. Japanese folded patchwork is in the same mould. Cutting, folding, pressing, folding, and pressing again. The beauty of this quilt is that most of the work is done even before you pick up a needle, and the pieces are small enough to stitch in front of the television with brain in neutral. I was going to make this for my mum's birthday, but there is absolutely no way that it will be finished in time (this sunday), so now she will be getting two presents. Goodness only knows what the other one will be - I may have to resort to chocolate in order to save valuable sewing time. I don't think there will be too many complaints.