I am not Liz Lemon

During the summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I found some old sheets cut up into squares at my grammy's house. My aunt had initially planned something for them and never put it together. I started sewing the squares together that summer, and now, four summers later, I finished the quilt. It's not perfect by any means, but it's done. Unlike Liz Lemon, I finish the quilts that I start in the summer. Even if it is four summers later.