A relatable storyline arc from:“I am stuck” → “I am arguing with fabric” → “there is minky fluff everywhere” → “oh look, a quilt exists.” This quilt finish started the way many productive weekend mornings begin:  with me doing absolutely none of the things I planned to do. The plan sounded reasonable when I invented it.  Slow morning.  Coffee.  Maybe some sewing.  Work on the family budget like a responsible adult.  Go for a walk.  You know, just casually become a fully optimized human being before lunch. Naturally, I did none of those things. Instead, I sorted scraps, questioned my…