Someone please explain the phenomenon of not having that ‘just perfect’ fabric in a stash that’s roughly the size of Rhode Island? How is this possible? So, you know where I went this afternoon…
I had several suggestions for borders (or lack thereof) for one of the jelly roll quilts I made Saturday. Here’s what I came up with…
I’m thinking an inner border that finishes at 1″ wide with an outer border of, oh, let’s say 3-4″. I know both prints are busy, BUT, the red will be skinny (like me when I get to Heaven) and the brown print should be manageable ( like my kids when they take their meds) once I get it cut the width I want. You should’ve seen the suggestions the gals at the shop made…ooh, boy, someone went off the meds today! And then they got upset when I didn’t pick what they liked. Too bad, make your own damn quilt!
What the hell was I thinking?
Would YOU want this quilt with these fabrics?
And now, for the little something extra: I know I lead an exciting life when I discover a bird, yes a real live bird, circling the ceiling….while I’m sitting on the potty. First it’s the kids, then the dog, now a bird.
Good times, y’all! It’s Monday!!