one duvet cover. Forced! Turns out fighting enormous pieces of fabric under the needle of a sewing machine is not my favorite thing. As I settled myself at my machine, accepting I was in for an hour of frustration I declared I'm going to sew this mother-fking thing if it kills me. It was then suggested that this could be our Quilt Club motto. Perhaps we would get it printed on T-shirts. It would keep quilt club hard and close to the street just like it used to be. It was also suggested that I not be allowed to sew anything larger than a coaster. Then it was downgraded to a book mark. All good suggestions if you ask me.