I seem to have gotten myself into one of these situations.
I promised my sister and her hubby a tee shirt quilt for their bed. I was expecting they'd get a queen or even smaller for their first apartment together.
I forgot how cheap housing can be in rural VA. They got a nice big house and a king bed for it.
So now honor demands that I, in my 600 sq foot apartment somehow manage to construct a king-sized quilt for them.
I swear, if I offer quilts for a wedding in the future, it will be "These can be his and hers lap quilts, or save them for your firstborn."