Now 2 weeks in, I have the following reflections:
1) I am a complete moron for not reading the cutting instructions clearly. If I had, I might have internalized that this quilt requires cutting and piecing 480 3.5" squares. Let's just say the cutting should have given me pause. It did not. A visual of SOME of the fruits of my toil:
2) Once I was through with this exercise in carpal tunnel, I plunged into the Valley of Sparkle Despair: painstakingly sewing 2 tiny triangles to each of about 400 of those squares. Which subsequently involves ironing approximately 800 tiny seams OPEN. I hate ironing, so this is pure, unmitigated torture for me. It is so bad, I can't even photograph it. I'm just trying to get through living moment to moment.
I am about 85% done with piecing the squares. I may not make it.
Elizabeth Hartman clearly has magical elves who do this work for her. There's just no other explanation for how she cranked out this quilt without losing her marbles.