My children are huge fans of WWE wrestling (yeah, I don’t get it either) and especially love Ryback whose famous line is ‘Feed me more!’ More what, I’m not certain…opponents, chicken wings, virgins? Who knows? Who cares?
That line, though, makes me think of feeding fabric through Lennie the Featherweight. Square after square, strip after strip. Some days (…months…years) all I want to do is feed fabric through the machine, it’s that cathartic. The faster, the better. I’ve become addicted to the cycle of feeding and finishing quilt tops and adore the Jelly Roll Race pattern. I once spent an entire Saturday sewing nothing but JRR tops and finished four, five…something like that. Addictive. Like chocolate, only without the calories and cellulite.
So, it should come as no surprise that today’s finish is a JRR. I picked these strips up at Wal-Mart and I will say that the strips themselves were a bit, how shall we say, wonky. Like I’d cut them out after a third glass of Prima Mazzo. Lesson learned: pay more, get straight strips; go cheaper and weave like a drunk man. But I still love the colors.
Will it get a border? Eh, maybe, maybe not. My sewing cabinet is teeming with these babies…strip after strip of fabric wonder waiting for me to speed-sew them through Lennie’s gnashing feed dogs, the voracious beasts.
While I was outside trying to get decent shots, I had to snap a few of His Awesomeness. At least someone around here was working (for once and under duress).
That’s my boy….’Nag, go away’. Lovely child.
For some reason, his gloves make me think of a redneck Michael Jackson. Go figure.
Well, I must be off. I’ve a house to clean and it won’t clean itself. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not cleaning it either. I’m gonna go sew. I’m linking up to Crazy Mom Quilts.
Happy weekend, all!