The Mister was in the mood for a joy ride yesterday but I wasn't. I wanted a day of peace and quiet so I could clean up my sewing corner and get started on the blocks I had cut pieces for ages ago.
He went off alone and I was off to a good start-until I wasn't.
Old Faithful, my sewing machine seemed to be having an issue. I could always count on her no matter how badly I treated her but this morning she wasn't having it. After doing everything I knew how to do and checking everything I knew how to check, I discovered that the bobbin wasn't in right. It was in but not in, if you know what I mean. Problem solved.
In no time I had the pieces for the first block assembled-or so I thought.
Hmmmm.....something's not right.
Oh. I went one row too far. Instead of actually reading the directions I did what I thought I was supposed to do. It's a log cabin type construction and I was having so much fun I didn't know when to stop.
It was a quick fix. Rip. Rip.
No harm done. Now I have one block made up of four pieces that need squaring and assembling. I just need to do that eleven more times. Yikes.