As the Great Procrastinator, it's my solemn duty to delay as long as possible, then work like a madwoman at the eleventh hour to whip something up. My baby quilt making has been on a two-year hiatus, as one of my quilts (oh, the sorrow of the ill-fated paper-doll quilt... sigh) was not well-received. Nothing like a kick in the gut to take you out of the game. It has been so bad that I've even left a dear friend's baby and a darling nephew out of the quilt-recipient's line. I just didn't feel safe enough to be creative. But sometimes you catch a break. Someone with absolutely no pre-conceived, Pottery Barn bland, matchy-schmatchy notions gets pregnant and you suddenly feel like playing around again. In fabric. Gutter-heads.
This quilt has been in my idea file for probably seven years... at least. I spent yesterday cutting strips, last night I managed to conquer half-square triangles (we hates them, we do), and with another two passes of fabric around each block, I may be able to call it done. Still behind schedule, and I need to call the quilter to beg for another day, but this 'quilt-of-wild-abandon' has been an absolute joy to play with. Now to ready myself for knitting class. A shower may be in order. Latah, crafty mommas. C