So, I’ve been at retreat since Thursday and accomplished tons. But that’s for a later post. And before you ask why, it’s because I’m the mom and I said so.
Today, I’m working on yet another Bonnie Hunter pattern. For someone who doesn’t like scrappy, I’ve seemingly leapt from the precipice of sanity with a rebel yell of ‘screw it, let’s do it!’ and ne’er a fair-thee-well. Or maybe that’s frat boy. 🤔. Whatevs.
So, back in January when I had my lady bits yanked and was confined to home for six solid weeks (sounds fun in theory, but the reality is like being promised a night with Tom Selleck and getting PeeWee Herman. I want to shower in bleach just thinking about it 😱).
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Post-surgical recovery.
So, here I was: a nifty abdominal incision, unable to lift anything more than my own substantial badonkadonk into and out of the recliner (because we’re idiots and bought a really tall bed I had no hope of clambering into for the foreseeable future); and a dachshund with questionable mental faculties, the temperament of a band of pillaging Vikings, and a penchant for nesting in my lap atop aforementioned incision and not moving. Ever.
Geez, I’m tired just writing all that.
Anyway, what I was, was bored. My days and nights were flip-flopped and I’d be awake all night with Jessica Fletcher and an endless loop of infomercials. I was *this* close to caving in and buying a Square Dance Pan, but that woman was annoying. Like a lifetime of wearing granny panties and suddenly switching to butt floss aka thongs. Annoying. But I’m still not convinced I don’t NEED a Miracle Bamboo Cushion. And my bodily neighbors to the north might really be on board with a Miracle Bamboo Bra.
Yet again, I digress.
Once I got myself straightened out timewise, I thought it’d be brilliant to cut out some quilts. Never mind the fact I had pre-surgical time to do this. Nope, pre-planning is for funerals. Just saying. Never mind that I was the lone passenger on the Narcotics Express and made a valiant attempt at wielding a rotary cutter whilst under the influence and scared the bejeebers out of myself. But what I did have going for me, was my Accuquilt Studio.
Light. Bulb. 💡
Generally speaking, I’m fairly bright. Unless you ask The Codefendants. To them, all brain function ceased in 1999. But still, I’m not dragging knuckles through the gravel and I manage to not disgrace myself by wearing pajamas to the Walmart, so, you know, there’s that. Sigh.
I thought why not use this nifty device, sorry, I’m back to the Studio here (squirrel!) and cut out the roughly six million pieces in this quilt! Woohoo. So, I got down to bidness and proceeded to cut out the required 1 1/2″ strips I’d need. And then it happened.
The instructions clearly stated to cut 1 1/2″ squares. And being a good citizen, I did.
Instructions say cut, I cut.
And before you say it, yes, I am well aware I could’ve strip pieced these. The thought has occurred.