Sometimes I feel like I'm just not getting anywhere fast. I have a stack of things to do, most importantly 2 quilts to bind. If I could just get the motivation to sew the binding on I could spend the next couple of evenings happily hand stitching away on an evening. But for some reason I can't muster up the energy.
Maybe it's the summer holidays, which are turning out to be dismally wet, and therefore we are stuck in the house instead of doing the fun things I had envisioned. Ginger has his friend round most of the time, they take turns in going from our house to theirs (which is just across the street), but mostly ours. That involves a lot of mess, as boxes of toys are tipped out onto the floor, cushions from the sofas join the toys, the boys roll about and make those really loud shouty boy noises.
I have managed to bribe them with 20p if they tidy up though, and this appears to be working. Fortunately they are both too young to understand that 20p doesn't get you anywhere, Miss G would just look at me in mock horror if I tried to bribe her with 20p, and probably disappear off laughing hysterically.
But, really, could we have a less wet week next week? Please? It's getting beyond a joke now.
My best friend's Mum turns 70 this September, and had hinted that she wanted a quilt. I feel really rather honoured to be the one making it, I know you can quite easily go to any shop these days and buy something that 'looks' homemade for much less than it costs to actually make something. But Sascha asked me, and chose the fabrics to suit her Mum's house (lots of American Jane - my favourite). She also asked me to make something similar to the one I'd made before, so a simple nine patch it is....
I'm waiting on some wadding to arrive before I can quilt it. I bought it from somewhere other than I usually do, and it's taking a little longer than I had hoped. So much for buying it because it was a little cheaper, I'd actually prefer prompt posting to a 50p saving, to be quite honest!
And then, there's the cats. They are really trying my patience this week.
I had just got this quilt sandwich out to start quilting when the phone rang, so I went off to answer it, and NooNoo decided he'd have a little sleep.
When I tried to move him, he bit me. It was a proper big teeth into the hand bite as well, not just a warning nibble.
Maybe the wet weather is testing his patience too? He doesn't like to get wet. But taking his frustrations out on my quilt backing is just not acceptable....
BooBoo isn't much better. He thought it'd be great fun to sleep right next to my sewing machine. I tried to move him, but he just kept on climbing back up and flopping his fat body down.
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