Nothing left but the binding

I don't know why, but this is usually

where I stall out on a quilt. The final stretch, the end in sight, and I just want to chuck it over my shoulder and never look back. I have trouble finishing things. You think? What is "funny" is that, as I have said before, I love finishing work, hand work, something that requires great sedulousness. (yeah, I just really wanted to use that word, but it fits) But the steps just before that always bog me down. So it is with great triumph that I can say I am past the bog and racing to the finish with needle in hand. Amazing how if you do it enough you can get pretty fast with those little needles. So - nearing completion - a tiny quilt, and a tiny victory. I will take what I can get!