I have something to confess. About a long standing project. It has been almost a year that I have been working - or not as the case would be - on One for the Birds. I love how it looks. I love what I have managed to complete so far. I hate doing it.
No, really, I do! Because there is no rhyme nor reason to it, which is part of its charm I know, but this also makes piecing all these different sized mini blocks together a total nightmare. I can't just cut set strips of the background solid and get on with it. It is like doing a jigsaw puzzle without the picture to guide you along.
This would explain why I keep putting it away and ignoring it. Only One for the Birds is a Christmas present for someone. I have to finish it. So today I bit the bullet and decided to get on with it a bit more. Then I distracted myself with everything I could to put off the inevitable. Typical!
I laid it out on the floor, convenient table leg not withstanding, and placed some more blocks in approximate position. I got out my Kona Snow and had a momentary lift of my spirits when I thought I didn't have enough to get on with the project. But then I found this -
- yards of the stuff. I couldn't put it off any longer. I did some sewing, reluctantly. What kills me about this is I know I am going to love this quilt when it is done. I think the recipient will love it too. It is the getting it finished that seems to be the problem, or rather motivating myself to finish it would be more correct.
I did some sewing though. I am a little bit further along. Slowly, slowly.
We'll get a finish out of me yet.