I love the results and the faster-than-making-a-quilt gratification but it's starting to take a toll on my fingers - especially my fingertips.
I made this with scraps... or the leftovers of some mini-charm squares. Or rather the leftovers of some charm packs that I cut to make mini-charm squares either because I didn't have that particular mini charm pack or because that collection didn't come in a mini-charm pack. (I'm betting the grammar check thingie is going to go bonkers with that sentence.)
Do you have lists of priorities? As in, as soon as I finish [insert name of project], then I can start working on [insert name of next project]? I do that. And as soon as I finish the last little things that go with the last new pattern for the next new batch of patterns, then I can get back to finishing the last two new Schnibbles. (Yes, I have made it my mission today to completely befuddle and burn-out the grammar-check feature.) But more on those next week - I promise.
One other thing to share today. I did a trunk show for some lovely ladies at Sun Valley Quilts last week and I was kinda sorta lightly taken to task for not including regular Rosie updates. Rosie is fine though as any of you who have "senior" dogs know, she's slowing down a bit. Rosie will be thirteen in less than two months and in the past month, some of that is starting to show. She started having some nerve degeneration in her back legs a few years ago and though it occasionally meant that her back-end would slide a bit when it shouldn't, it didn't seem to affect her much. But in the past month or so, she's been sliding more and stumbling, and yes, it is absolutely breaking my heart. My sweet girl. Even with all that, she's still very much the Rosie she's always been.
To wit... Rosie still likes to play games. Last week she sent me a very clear message. I kept coming across her favorite ball in the family room, and to keep from tripping over it - me and my Mom - I kept picking it up and putting it her toy bin. Every time I did that, Rosie would come into the room and somehow "sense" that something had changed in the room - the chi had been altered. When I came through the room a few minutes later, the ball would be back in the middle of the room. This went on for a couple of hours with the ball going to and from the toy bin at least five times. At this point, let me add that I wasn't simply putting the ball on the top of the toy bin. I was burying it deep down the side under other toys. Yes, Rosie and I have our little games. So what was Rosie's message? Ttttbbbbhhhhppppptttttt.
Her other favorite pasttime is playing ball when I'm on the sofa stitching something in the evening. She drops the ball at my feet and then sits on the other side of the table staring at me.
Have I mentioned that she's kind of stubborn?
Or that I wouldn't have her any other way.
Have a happy Tuesday!