Well, down in my sewing cave one day I took stock of started projects and ran across this one. It was supposed to be a quilt. Something went wrong. There it sat on the shelf in all its textile glory, making me feel guilty. I make no claim to be a math genius but this was ridiculous. Did I really want to pick out all that sewing? No. I picked up one section of it, and it felt so wonderful to the touch. About the right size for...a grocery bag! So I found my webbing, and have now done three of them. The mistakes are easier to hide in two sections rather than twelve. WHAT was I thinking?