Help! I am having a more-serious-than-usual case of mid-construction blues.
When I found out that the administrator at Frida's school was having a baby -- SOON! I mean REALLY SOON! -- I knew I wanted to make her a little baby quilt. Soon the entire staff of Miss F's school will be covered in quilts...I'm very predictable, I guess...but that's another story.
I have been wanting to make a quilt of large-ish flying geese, and I got it into my head that I would do a rainbow of geese.
I pulled my fabrics, ROYGBIV (the memory tool/mnemonic device for the colours of the rainbow, provided by my husband who remembers such things!) ...
...and my Lazy Girl ruler...
and I started churning out flying geese.
Here I have to note that the past week has been unusually stressful, so I may very well be imposing on my poor quilt-in-progress what my mother wisely calls "free-floating anxiety." Poor quilt. I have no "spare" time so I find myself rushing, which of course means everything goes more slowly (how many seams must I re-do?!).
And then, to top it off, I reached the sad point last night when I was ready to throw in the towel. Halfway through, and all those flying geese look awfully pointy -- harsh for a baby quilt, no? I took a quick pic on my phone to try to get some perspective.
And maybe the rainbow isn't working so well after all.
And it's not very whimsical for a wee little baby, is it?
Should I bail, and make her something else?
I need your help, stitchy friends!!
I feel more successful right now in the cat rescue domain.
Ramone turned up a couple of months ago, and I thought he was an elderly female. But no, he is a young(ish) male (the vet estimates that he is a year or two old), and he has adopted us.
He looks a little sad in this picture, but he looked sadder still when I took him to the vet to get "fixed." He is now getting regular meals from us and is on antibiotics for his infection-related anemia -- so should be shinier and perkier in the weeks to come.
Ramone is also FIV-positive, as are many alley cats these days, poor things. But he is non-aggressive towards Penelope, he has an endearingly creaky meow, he lets us pet him and tug on his scruff while he's eating, and we are all feeling good about helping him out.
The vet reported that he is very strong with very tough skin. You would have to be, as a small-ish Tom cat living outside, through harsh Ontario winters. We may make a housecat of him yet!
But I doubt that Penelope will ever relinquish her position as my assistant.