So. It happens. I told you yesterday I was planning to spend all day in the workroom yesterday. And I did get a little time, but not all day. I had hoped to be able to show you my progress on the canning season quilt, but give me one more day, will you please? Thanks. I promise, tomorrow I’ll have more to show. Promise. Barring nuclear war or life-threatening emergency.
As is normal for me, something came up and I had to run to the quilt shop. Yes, really, I had to. I was lending something to a friend that she needed right away and that was the most logical place to meet up. Really!
I intended to go, drop off what she needed, take a quick look around, and come home. And I did. Sort of. But…
I know, I know. They don’t go together. And they aren’t meant to. They just each one hollered at me as I walked by them. And yes, I know I said I wasn’t going to buy any more fabric for a while. (Did I really say that? If I did, I must have been delirious, or suffering from lack of coffee.) But, things happen.
Truly, I do not intend for these to be used together. It was just that each one of them fell into place with plans for things I have floating around in my head. Yes, I have at least that many projects working in my brain all the time. Yes, it gets crowded in there.
Yes, it happens. I didn’t buy a lot of any of these, but I think they all (well, okay, all but one) will soon find their homes. It’s kind of a #sorrynotsorry thing, you know?
What happens when you go to the quilt store?