Well, folks. I'm here with some sad, sad news today. I'm allergic to my favorite quilt. Yes, you read that correctly. I'm allergic to it; it makes me sick. How can this be?
Well, since the beautiful, wonderful, snuggly quilt in question is bound and bordered in a very dark black fabric, I'm assuming I'm having a reaction to the fabric dyes used to color the cloth. Each time I touch or use this quilt, I end up with angry red welts all over my body, focused especially on my hands.
Strangest of all, perhaps, is that I never experienced any difficulties of this sort while I was handling the fabric to make the quilt. Bizarre, no?
Anyway. Now I'm at a loss. Wash it, of course, but what if the spots return?! I worked so long and hard on this quilt-- a year, by hand!-- and it is the first and only quilt I have ever really made for myself.
Just like a teenager, it has turned on me with lightning quickness.