I bought this yo-yo quilt earlier this year with the intention of re-selling it. It didn't cost too terribly much because there were many broken threads and even a few missing pieces, and when the auctioneer held it up, it looked tattered and sad.
(As an aside, the auctioneer referred to it as a lollipop quilt. Sweet.)
I made lots of replacement yo-yos. In fact, at some point I thought it would probably be easier to make a yo-yo quilt from scratch than it would be to repair one. Then I roughly calculated how long it would take me, at my top speed of 8 yo-yos an hour, to make a quilt. I went back to repairing.
But it seemed as if every time I thought all the repairs were finished, I found another spot that needed to be stitched. And I realized that every time the quilt was handled, more threads seemed to break. I didn't want to sell something that was in the process of self-destructing. (Most of the fabric is fine; the threads seem to be the problem.) And I'd be happy to keep it, but I don't really have a place for it here. (If unfolding a quilt results in damage, imagine what a 70-pound dog jumping up on it could do.) So I did what I think any of you would do. I folded it up and put it in a closet and I'll figure out what to do with it some other time.
On to other problem projects. I got quite enthused about these tiny hexagons a few months back, and I even began sewing them together to make ... something. I hadn't quite decided what. I thought the vintage percale was the perfect shade of green for the project, so I dove in. I failed to calculate, however, how many of those little green hexagons I would need. And, naturally, I only had about a quarter-yard of green fabric. So until I come across a piece that perfectly matches it, this whatever-it-is is on hold.
Today I was trying to take feedsack photos for Etsy, and I had the hardest time figuring out what squares looked good together. It occurred to me that I was only taking Etsy photos - I wasn't making something that would take weeks and last for generations. I wondered how quilters ever got beyond the picking-fabric-out stage.