ShayShay, I have SEWED… ripped out seams… SEWED AGAIN… ripped out MORE seams… measured… remeasured… questioned my eyesight, my math skills, and every life decision that led me to this sewing machine!!! I got SO FED UP that I took that fabric to the balcony of my craft room, which overlooks my front room, and THREW IT OVER!!! I SENT THAT FABRIC DOWNSTAIRS TO THINK ABOUT ITS ACTIONS!!! I figured maybe a little airtime and a change of scenery would help it understand that IT NEEDS TO BE THE SIZE I ORIGINALLY CUT IT TO BE!!! Because I AM NOT ONE OF ITS LITTLE FRIENDS!!! 🤬🤣 ShayShay, WHY DID I GO DOWNSTAIRS, RETRIEVE THAT DISRESPECTFUL PIECE OF FABRIC, BRING IT BACK UP TO MY CRAFT ROOM, AND MEASURE IT AGAIN… AND THIS HEFFA IS STILLLLLLLLL 13 × 13?!?!?!?! NOT 12½! NOT 12¾! THIRTEEN BY THIRTEEN!!! LIKE IT HAS A LEGAL RIGHT TO REMAIN THAT SIZE!!! At this point, I don’t know if I’m sewing a project, fighting a spiritual battle, or being bullied by a piece of cotton!!! I’M CONVINCED THIS FABRIC HAS A PERSONAL VENDETTA AGAINST ME!!! ShayShay!! I’m not sewing anymore. I’m in a TOXIC RELATIONSHIP WITH A FAT QUARTER, AND I NEED COUNSELING!!!