I could have done the sensible thing and caught up on ironing ... but I'm not always sensible when it comes to housework.
Instead, I took this stained glass quilt that has ended up in the rubbish bin literally and figuratively (yes, I actually threw it out one day in frustration at the despicable quality of my workmanship) and added borders ... before it was at the border stage. In my defence, it is almost at that stage and I don't think it's going to make a huge difference either way ... only because I am, as already stated, less than impressed with my handiwork.
I'm thinking when the quilt is finished it can hang between what used to be the boys' bedrooms ... now the piece of wall between Son#4's bedroom and Son#5's-when-he-comes-home or where-the-granddaughters-sleep-when-they-visit bedroom. It's a dark corner and, hopefully, the imperfections will be less noticeable.