I finished two Choo Choo Train quilt tops last Friday and gave them to Pam to work her magic (never try to machine quilt with minky - there will be cursing) on the long-arm quilter. Then Brian and I moved all the furniture back into the master bedroom and I've had trouble leaving my room since then. It's a HUGE difference to wake up to a bedroom where the corners are painted (not so scary and dark) and there aren't a bunch of piles to greet me when I open my eyes. I even finished a book! (First time this year. How embarrassing.) On Saturday I hurried and got to work on what I thought would be my legacy - a beautiful pinwheel quilt/car seat cover for one of Kellie's twin boys. (I had fabric to make a second one - it's started, but I don't know if it will ever be finished now because I am so bugged. So very very bugged.)
Being bugged reminds me - I found a proof of one of the many pictures my photographer Grandpa took of me in his studio at Idaho State back in the 1970s. This is EXACTLY me (that's for Kristy C. - she had a wonderful post about five photos that represent her - go read it... after this):
That mark on my forehead is a scratch on the photo, not me. Notice I'm wearing a beautiful bracelet. And that, at about five years-old, I was already exasperated with the world at large. This is how I feel inside most of the time.
Back to Sew & Tell Friday. I finished the quilt I intended to turn into a car seat cover today and I don't like it. I will not like it on a car seat. I will not like it for Kellie. I would not, COULD NOT like it. I'm so mad! My plan didn't work. Anyway, here it is:
Check out Amy's blog today for people who didn't waste a lot of time last week making something weird. :)