Sure, the title of the post could refer to my life. As a mother of three elementary-aged children, I am busier now than when they were toddlers. And my friends who are mothers of teen-agers say it gets worse.
But instead, I’m referring to this:
I don’t know what I was thinking to pintuck this print, but I’m going to go with it and chalk it up to a learning lesson. Pintucking=solids. I do like it; the cotton is gorgeously soft, the colors are lovely, and even after the pintucking, it’s all right. However, I have it on my radar to make a short sleeve version of this pattern in a solid linen, a f t e r . . .
I finish this:
It’s one square of what will be 100+ for a chevron quilt. It’s a putsy job, cutting and sewing triangles, but it’s all for my quest to start using up scraps in my sewing room. I did have to buy solids as my stash is nearly entirely prints…there’s got to be some pyschology embedded in one’s choice of colors and prints, but that’s probably a book, so I’ll leave that thought alone for now.