I’m at that excruciating stage we all reach at some point, with too many balls in the air.
I have got the beginnings of something for the Jumble baby quilt. I keep putting up pieces and taking them down, moving a few completed blocks around, putting off having to cut more fabric in case I change my mind and don’t like what’s there. I have sewn a few blocks together, but it’s annoying me, irritating me, causing me to be uncomfortable in my mind. So I’ve stopped, for now.
I’m in the extremely long winded process of sewing in the last ring of Steampunk Wheel XI. Did I mention before there are over 250 pieces in this one Wheel? It feels as if every one of those pieces is in the last ring and they’re all tiny triangles. Not true, but about 80% of the shapes are triangles and they’re not fun. I shall be singing hallelujahs when it’s done, but that’s a few days off, I think. But I can’t sew on it for long without my eyes crossing a little, so again, I need a break.
Amistad is not annoying me. It’s sitting folded on my work table, waiting patiently for my head to clear and time for me to go to the fabric shop and buy backing and binding material. But it is being slightly reproachful: I was first. You’ve been neglecting me. I’m nearly ready, why can’t you finish me?
I escaped all the fabric noise and went into the garden, where I have discovered two tiny delights. Here they are.
The Kipflers will be first. The Nicolas are also showing, but the Bintjes are late season spuds and there’s nothing yet.
There WILL be strawberries. Only one plant is flowering, but as you can see, it’s very enthusiastic.
And now I have a good excuse to escape the house entirely: Dinner at the Dowager’s. I shall pick up Steampunk when I get back…