I had The Weather Channel on full blast watching the snowstorms roll across the country this week so I thought I might as well get out the snowflake quilt and crawl around on it all morning.
My table is a disaster so I had to throw it all on the floor to get that sandwich made. It was like a long, hard yoga workout. My back and knees are still killing me.
I zig zagged that batting like you all suggested and got everything put together but this is as far as it got on the Juki.
I had forgotten all about this horrible thing that I had drug out of one of Dad's quilting boxes a while back and sat on the Juki. I was going to use it for machine quilting practice before I dove into something good but instead I felt sorry for it. I think I can save it.
I think it needs more flowers. I think it needs an explosion of flowers actually so I tore the sandwich apart and then dug out Dad's old charm squares and his box of paper pieces to make more hexies. I was kicking myself all day about starting something else when the sewing room is piled with things that need finishing but went ahead and did it anyway. My hands just don't seem to listen to my head anymore.