Obsession Confession

After five years or so, I'm ready admit that I might have a teensy tiny problem. A little brown and blue problem.

It started in high school when I was flipping through Utah Valley Bride. There was a picture of a cake that was brown and blue, and I fell in love.

I was all about the combination after that. A majority of my clothes were brown, blue, or some combination of the two. And as soon as I got the chance, I ordered my own brown and blue cake.

So this Christmas, when Ryan's sister said she'd picked out some fabric for me that she thought I'd love, I knew exactly what was coming.

And I loved it.

I used the fabric to make this quilt. It's the first one I've ever done on my own and it's sitting proudly on the couch in our front room. As you can imagine, there was already plenty of brown to go around.

I went right to work on this quilt after Christmas and I'm so happy with the way it turned out. I had a rough start with it (Note: ALWAYS make sure you're using a quarter-inch foot on your sewing machine when you need it. Never assume), but in the end it came together beautifully in all its brown-and-blueness.

I've even already broken it in:

in the best possible way.

If all the piecing, quilting and binding has taught me anything, it's this: if loving a color combination this much is wrong, I don't want to be right.