I’m not sure what my problem is today. I woke up feeling, well…sad.
Background: at 5:30pm yesterday, we had literally just gotten home when she goes: ‘I need marshmallows tomorrow for food tech.’ (Not entirely her fault – she had been given the recipe yesterday. Do other schools do this? It’s really irritating.)
Now, I don’t know what your house/pantry is like, but mine is small. Which means I don’t stock things I rarely use, like marshmallows and Rice Krispies, on a regular basis. I think I’ve bought marshmallows once in the last 5 years.
So back out and up to the shop we go. There was a weird guy parked outside our house, just sitting in his car for half an hour or so. Ick.
Then Savi forgot her food tech ingredients this morning so we had to turn around when we were almost to school – I bet the other people on the roundabout when I did my Batman U-turn were wondering what the hell my problem was. Good thing I don’t have an American flag on the car.
Now I’m home. And still sad.
I think I’m feeling guilty. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how Savi and I are liabilities to Buzz. Not assets, in the strict accounting sense.
But then, I’m trying to build something here – my goal is to sell quilt patterns. Or web pages. They’re almost the same, right? I’m not the most original designer in the world, but I think I’m ok.
All that building takes time. My skills need to be better, too. There’s still loads to learn.
That’s what I’m telling myself.
Sigh. I’ll get out of it soon. Maybe I’ll drink that magical restorative elixir I’ve got hidden in the fridge. (Helloooo, Diet Coke!)
Making me sad: This quilt—
Oh, patterned fabric – how you do seduce me, then like Medea, savage my end product through poor choices.
This is a Rail Fence quilt from the Lintott’s Two from One Jelly Roll Quilts book. Awesome book.
For the two sashings, I bought patterned yardage (It’s all Martinique Moda fabric). Thought it would look super cool.
Now I both love and loathe this quilt.
I love it because FOR THE FIRST FREAKIN TIME, almost everything lines up. I think I’ve finally sussed out my 1/4″ foot.
I hate it because it looks like schizophrenic throw-up. Too busy. Too loud. Should’ve gone for the plains when I bought the sashing fabric.
I refuse to waste the whole day with the seam ripper, so I’ll just quilt it.
Maybe some brain damaged lunatic will offer to buy it. (mmm, doubt it.)
Hey, maybe you’re in the market for a baby quilt? (she says, hopefully…)
Nah, I guess I’ll probably keep it and gift it. (After admiring the perfect seams for a year or so.)
For now, though, it’s the albatross around my neck, while Savi and I continue to be the albatross around Buzz’z neck. Poor guy, it’s a wonder he can stand up at all.
What are you all working on? Do you hate it as much as I hate mine?
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