The top now measures 66" x 78." That's the size the old acrylic blanket was. It's generous for one person to use on the couch but not quite wide enough or long enough to officially qualify as a bed cover. My intention in the beginning was to leave the top as-is, with no border. Now I'm having second thoughts. It occurred to me that just by putting a border all the way around I could easily make this quilt top fit our double bed better. And then I thought of the prints I have in my stash that I love but that haven't yet made it into a quilt. Using them for a border and backing might turn this sea of scraps into something I will really enjoy.
What I'm still trying to puzzle out is why I don't feel a stronger affinity for this flimsy. Scrappy quilts are some of my favorites; why don't I love this one? It's not that I feel like there's anything wrong with this top, like it could have been designed better or something. I'm just not in love with it yet. This is a rare experience for me. Nearly all of my projects go through that adolescent stage where I think it's ugly or not working or whatever, but when it's done I usually have some kind of positive feelings about the end product. Right now I don't feel much of anything when I look at it, except maybe visually overwhelmed. I enjoyed making these scrappy blocks... it really hasn't been that big a trial to set them together... why am I not more enthusiastic about the results? Hopefully putting on a border and/or using long-loved prints for a back will make a difference. And, as Barbara suggests, maybe I need to take a break before I tackle that next step. Maybe, now that the scraps are put away and the table fairly clear, I could get my beads back out and do a little hand sewing.