I woke at an odd time in the night to fall back asleep…you know, that 45 minutes before it’s really time to get up. I ended up grabbing my phone and scrolling through. Oh! I forgot. Becky from Quilted Twins was starting her mystery quilt today.
I hadn’t planned on doing her mystery quilt. I wanted to but at the time it came out, I was working, had a pile of stuff to do and had projects that needed attention. I just couldn’t start another project….well then COVID-19 hit. I’ve tackled a few of the projects. I thought maybe I should do the mystery to keep my mind off things. I have a wedding a couple other events I typically donate quilts to so this would be a way to get one of those done.
So I laid in bed thinking about what fabric I had. I don’t keep yardage. I never have. 90% of my stash is fat quarter and 1/2 yard or less cuts. I ended up looking up the requirements and it was 2 yards brown, 2 yards red, 1 yard gold. Hmmm. I really was pressed to figure something out. She also made the option of 2 yards dark gray, 2 yards bright blue and 1 yard light gray.
I laid in bed thinking…finally I just got out of bed and started looking.
I keep my fabric sorted by batiks, Civil War-ish, and brights. I couldn’t figure any way to make the blue and gray combo work with what I had here. I could come up with the blue in every category except brights…and brights was the only hope I had of finding something gray. So I started hunting for the red/brown option. In batiks, red is a hard color….so I searched…this was the best I could do. I didn’t hate it..I could do more of a pink than red. I like browns and pinks together. I didn’t have a ton of contrast with the gold though…Hmmm.
I dug and found this….It wasn’t terrible. The brown isn’t a Civil War print I don’t think but it was a way to use it. A blog reader sent to me and I’ve been saving it for binding a charity quilt. I didn’t think the blog reader would hate me if I used it for personal use and likely, this quilt was going to be gifted anyway. The red was also gifted. There are four yards of that. I was saving it for backing a donation quilt. Hmmm. Do I use them? Do I save them?
I let that go and decided to just think on it a bit. I had so much more fabric to support the project if I used the 2nd option. My batiks were running a little more slim after Bonnie Hunter’s mystery quilt.
I was determined to put some time into an existing project before I started the mystery so I finished quilting this…
I adore this quilt. Sometimes, simple is well just, simply wonderful.
Rosie thought so too. She was in the quilting room with me. Quick to pose…She is getting so good at it. Taking a picture of her is no work at all.
Being she was good I decided to load another quilt into the frame… Then I heard something, turned around and look what that sweet innocent face had done. Yep. She ate my African Violet….well at least took some leaves off. So I stopped everything and moved plants to higher shelves. Oh my. I hoped that wasn’t poisonous or detrimental to her.
That dog. I swear she is a sabotager. When I’m in the quilting room she is SO BUSY!!
Then what does she do? Turns around and acts so innocent.
That lasted about 10 minutes and then she puked. I cleaned it up…I guess the plant didn’t sit quite right with her. I wasn’t mad. I’d rather she puke up the plant than be ill. The problem…she puked up all of her breakfast with the plant. So I put the puke in a garbage can as I cleaned it up with a paper towel and didn’t want to flush it. I threw it in the garbage with plans to take the garbage out and get rid of it when I went downstairs.
I went to the bathroom next door to wash my hands and what does Rosie do?? She jumps up and dumps out the garbage as she wanted to get back to the puke. Oh my word. Yes…Puked all over again.
It was then that I decided no more. She was going down to spend some time in the kennel…where she immediately napped.
I ended up ordering another dog kennel. I’m going to take the one on the main floor and put that one in the sewing room and the new one is going to go on the main floor. It’s the only way I’m ever going to be able to sew. I tried a play pen but that’s big, she whines and (no surprise) she can jump out.
I’m starting to think I should call her Marly…as in the movie My Dog Marly. She is a handful for sure.