You know that sinking feeling when you've spent the entire week knowing that you were absolutely NOT going to make a quilt for week 2? When even the fleeting notion of a bookmark of last resort is too much to contemplate? When you are completely uninspired by the challenge (sorry Trisha Priewe Frankland )? When your only glimmer of a fun project is shot down in the chat and is probably beyond the contents of your scrap bin?
There you are. Standing in Hobby Lobby trying to buy buttons at 3 o'clock Friday afternoon. When three bolts of fabric start screaming at at you at the top of their little linty lungs. It is hard. But you turn your back trying to find the proper size buttons. But you realize they aren't shouting. They are singing. (Poorly, because they only have little linty lungs after all.). You can just make out the words. It is something like, "We can show you a quilt. Show you fabric by fabric. Just find us two pretty friends...".
And there it is. A fully formed image in your mind. A quilt you can make in your sleep. And you don't even have to calculate yardage. Except it is Friday. Afternoon. And you have obligations all day and evening on Saturday.
But it is at least a flimsy so I can't call it a UFO by my standards.
By the way... look at those corners! And I wasn't really trying that hard. Guess measuring carefully and practicing your seam allowances is a good thing.
Oh, and I know, one of those two friends turned out to be a mean girl. But Hobby Lobby closes at 8 so whatcha gonna do?
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