I was basting the Angelina Ballerina quilt in my very, very, very small kitchen. I had to push some of the fabric on one side and tape the other side. This was proving to be very annoying. I could only baste half of the quilt at one time. Well, I did what any other sane person would do. I ripped up it from that very, very, very small kitchen floor and took it to the carpet in the living room. As I was doing that I thought, "I'd rather be basting a chicken!"