Do you know what happens when you go almost an entire month without blogging? I do. But you knew that right, that I already had the answer because, naturally, if I’m going to pooch screw something I’ll immediately get on here and tell y’all all about it. Because why writhe about in angst and shame alone, amiright?!
For the love of Pete, all I wanted was to update about my progress on the mystery quiltalong. Hey, I’m ahead this time! And then, boom, there’s the payback for my chutzpah. 💥. The entire post was written and all I had to do was hit publish, but no, I had to go back and correct that grammatical error and poof, the entire thing swirled the bowl and was gone with a resounding flush. 🚽
So, here I am trying for Blog Post: The Redo. Wish me luck.
Tomorrow is the day for another clue reveal in the Chasing the Sun mystery quiltalong of which I am taking part. You can find the page on Facebook and join in…it isn’t too late!
This past clue is the only one I’ve managed to finish ahead of time, never mind that they’ve all been bite-sized and really manageable. With me, there’s just no telling what’s going to happen. Kind of like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, only without Gump. Or the chocolates. Sigh.
At any rate, I’ve stitched up a heap and wound up with some bits, pieces, strips and even some blocks. Some of the bits I can’t explain, like four strips of one inch blocks…🤔
And four of these purple thangs…🤔🤔
And one itty bitty square in a square…🤔🤔🤔
Best not to think on these things too long. I need all the brain cells I can muster.
The first block to be completed was the Children’s Delight. I’m still questioning the wisdom of the deep purple, but the instructions called for black, so…dark purple, black…same difference.
Golly, I love the orange Grunge…so much, in fact, that I went back and bought the rest of the bolt. Hey, it was lonely in that shop!
Each of the clues has involved what the designer called ‘Unit A’. After dealing with sixty of them over the course of virtually every single clue, I have renamed the little turds. No, that’s not it. I could tell you, but the sound of my mother’s voice enunciating not only my first name, but my middle name as well in That Tone that all mothers use, is the only thing stopping me. Little bastards. No, that’s not it either.
Don’t ask me what my problem with them is because I can’t tell you. It’s like the adage about trying to define porn: ‘I can’t define it, but I know it when I see it’. I hate Unit A almost as much as Brussels sprouts and every sport except hockey (go Red Wings!)
In the end, what I’ve got (so far) are 4 Children’s Delight blocks, 16 Courthouse Steps and 60 eff…, I mean Log Cabin blocks.
There’s still a truckload of fabric left to be cut. Better hope no one comes to visit because there’s no where to hang a coat.
While I bide my time until tomorrow’s reveal, I’ve pulled out Double Delight by Bonnie Hunter again and am in the process of piecing 130 3 1/2″ nine patches. Yes, that’s 1-3-0.
At least they aren’t Unit As.