I've been reading
a lot of different blogs and folks have been cleaning and organizing their sewing spaces, so i followed suit. It's so nice to work in a clean and tidy room. Then folks complained about being in a slump after the holidays, and there I was tagging along, having to force myself to sew in said nice, tidy room. What should have been a pleasure was a chore.
I finally took the "
bull by the horns" and started working a project (a
WIP) and have been plugging away on the nine-patch and hour glass for the past week. As a matter of fact, I was feeling rather smug that it was going together so well. Then, when I got to the last row, I stalled. I just couldn't bring myself to sew that last row together so that I could move on to the border, even though it was already pinned together and just begging to be sewn.
Tonight, I sewed the last row together,
hallelujah! pressed it and laid it out on the floor to admire it and
something didn't look quite right.
Argh!!!!! Quilter's Dyslexia (Thank you,
Patti for that term). Somehow, I had turned 4 rows around and sewed it wrong -
4 rows!. What should have taken 10-15 minutes to sew together and press has taken almost 2 hours to pick out and correct.

I guess I should be grateful that I didn't discover this glaring error after I had sewn on the borders. And, now it is sewn together, wanna see a picture?
Now, I am anxious to start reading about all of those finished quilts that are just flying off the machine. Now, that's a bandwagon I want to jump on.
I also picked up these cute plastic baskets as the drug store today - they are perfect for holding projects and they are stackable.
On the weather front, we are experiencing 60-degree temperatures (in January), but a cold front is getting ready to move in. Thankfully, the rain has moved out, so the
cold front will only bring cold weather and not snow.
Gratitudes:
- Finding a mistake while it's still correctable.
- My Clover seam ripper
- Warm weather in January
- Such nice comments left on my Blog that keep me challenging myself, when I sometimes just want to give up.