Sometimes deadlines are just impossible. Was it Douglas Adams who said he like the sound of them whooshing past?
Knowing that my parents visit was fast approaching, I spent a couple of evenings last week diligently cutting fabric into pieces and then stitching it back together again - trying to get the quilt top for my mum into some sort of order.
I chain pieced and I pressed, and I now have 100 finished blocks. I ought to be ready to stitch these together into rows, but eeek. The blocks aren't quite perfect.
Some of them are a bit smaller. Some are a bit bigger.
Some are (gasp) a bit wonky. Turns out, my cutting wasn't always as accurate as I thought. And, um, neither was my sewing.
So, I'm sort of stuck. I don't know whether to embrace the wonkiness and just sew the darned thing together, or spend time fiddling and trimming and trying to square things up before sewing the darned thing together.
My parents are here now too, and as my mother doesn't Know about The Quilt, I'm not going to spoil the surprise.
A half plan is forming in my head, but it'll have to wait.
Enjoy the bank holiday if you have one. I'm at work, the kids are at school, so it's not a holiday here #justsaying.