Ha ha, did I really mark June as a month in which I barely sewed?
Try July on for size, sister!
I live in a rather, ahem,
warm part of the globe, and some days I feel like I'm breathing through molasses; not conducive to productivity, so much.
Also there's the small matter of my father who is not well on a whole nother continent, a situation lending itself both to stress, and to mind-numbing travel.
And did I mention the summer? Because it's here. And so are my kids. And yet my job continues jauntily; what is THAT about?
So. Deep breath.
A teeny,
tiny amount of chaos may have inadvertently entered my life.
Nevertheless, I am trying so hard to pursue the whole sewing thing. Because it is lovely for my soul. Which should count for something, no?
I've made a couple of zippy bag gifts, and am working on my log cabins.
See this neutral one? Ain't she purdy?
Here I am playing with my blocks.
And at the end of the day, they are not making me happy. Or not happy
enough. Not completely, fulfillingly
thrilled. And it came to me - via lots of marvelous other quilters' blogs - my blocks need a frame. A nice solid, defining, containing frame.
So. I think red. A nice deep red. But deep red is my favourite colour. In fact, if you looked at my wardrobe you might think it was my
only colour. (Not true. Sometimes I wear burgandy.)
So maybe I'm biased about the whole thing, but what do you think? What fabulous solid are these plaid-y cabins begging for? They will be on an off-white linen background. Just like this one. Only ironed.
All wise insight and experience welcomed here.
Or silly jokes. Whatever.
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