When I last left off, I had neatly set down all my squares in the sequence they were to be stiched. About an hour after walking out of the room, the Gravy Kids rolled through and played tornado with the squares. Great.
This weekend, I reassembled the order and got to sewing. Let's just say that the bobbin was out to get me. It jammed. Jammed again. Then the needle unthreaded. And unthreaded. And unthreaded itself again. Cursing abound. Frustrated and lacking focus, I found myself sewing together the incorrect sides of the squares a few times:
Finally, I had my rows and pressed out the seams. And that's about as far as I've come. I couldn't handle the finickiness of my machine anymore (like how I'm blaming the machine and not me? Classic diversion). I'll return to the project later this week.

Please try to contain your envy for my ugly green factory-issued iron board cover. One day, I'll buy one of these.





































