I just balked. It was far easier to just let it hang there. I had another project I wanted to start and told myself that I couldn't start it until all those dratted rows were together. So you'd think I'd get cracking, wouldn't you? Hah! I downloaded a serious time-suck computer game and had at it. After reaching Level 238 for the second time, I was sufficiently ashamed to get to those rows.
I had the sense to put a great big safety pin in the upper right corner, just to make sure I'd maintain my orientation. In my sewing I discovered that I was dealing with some Seriously Minuscule Seam Allowances. About which the less said the better. Matching things up, especially where the exterior black joins occurred, was excruciating. It took forever. For ever. I reached the point where I had convinced myself that some diabolical soul was adding rows when I wasn't looking.
But at last it is a flimsy. It doesn't need or even want borders. What it wants is to be quilted and bound and given away. Which is all about to happen soon. I believe I have some terrific black to use for the back. And the machinist is just a phone call away. The recipient? I'm not positive, but I think it is most likely going to college in September.