I am currently going through what can only be described as a stitching nightmare. You might remember that I had a major finish last year, with my American Flag Quilt. I had this folded away until I could find the time to go to the framer's. A couple of weeks ago, I finally did. When it was ready, I didn't even bother to check it at the store - I've had a couple of other pieces framed by the same store and never had a problem. So it was only when I got home and unwrapped it that I saw what they'd done.
Honestly, I was so angry I couldn't breathe. Out of the 50 states, about 15 of them had their backstitching ruined. I didn't know what to do: break it open and rescue my baby, take it back to the store and break it over their heads, crawl into the bathroom and cry... After half an hour of deep breathing, I put it back in the bag, got into my car, drove to the mall, and calmly explained to them that they'd ruined my stitching and that they needed to take it out of the frame. The problem is, this place is just the storefront/photo studio, not where the actual framing is done (I think they contract out or something), so I didn't expect them to do anything right there. But thankfully the salesman took it into the back room and opened it up, so I didn't have to lose my mind.
I was told that I could take it home, fix it, bring it back, and they'd re-frame it in front of me. If I'm not satisfied, they'd give me a refund. Once my blood pressure had gone back to normal, I decided this was a good deal.
More deep breathing...
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