Misc.

I’ve been on a bit of a blog vacation this week – sorry to my loyals.  I’ve just been doing other things.  You know how that goes.  And, I can’t even put my finger exactly, on what I’ve been doing except laundry & picking up messes only for new messes to appear… oh and dishes.  Boring, boring stuff.

I guess I’d also like to share with you that I’m having troubles in my quilting life.  Isn’t that sad?  I’m sad about it.  I’ve been working on the binding for the Grandmother’s Flower Garden quilt that I started a long, long time ago, and the binding is the worst, most time-consuming, difficult quilting thing I’ve ever done.   I work and work and work and it doesn’t look like I’m making a dent.  It’s so frustrating!

The thing is, I’ve banned myself from starting anything else until I’m DONE with this sucker.   As a result, I haven’t spent any amount of time in my sewing room since BEFORE Christmas.  That in itself is sad.  Sure, during that time I was fighting nausea a lot of the time.   But mostly, I’m imposing this ban as motivation for finishing this durn quilt.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the quilt.  It’s an amazing quilt.  I even love how I’ve quilted it.  I don’t love the quilt border that is entirely made of hexagonal shapes.  I’ll love it when it’s finished.  I don’t love laboring through it now. :(

The other thing that is bumming me out is the future of my sewing room.  It doesn’t bum me out to give it up for our expanding family, I’m happy to do that.  I’m just a little concerned about finding a new place to work on quilts.  I thought about putting sewing stuff in the new nursery, when it becomes a nursery again, but I don’t know if that’s the best option, either.  And the thought of my sewing stuff (i.e. sharp & pointy things) being out in, say, a corner of our living room, where it would be a temptation for the little boys, is scary, quite frankly.  And I have so much stuff that I’d need to store some of it elsewhere (in-laws’ basement).  What to keep here, what to store? 

And that makes me want a bigger house.  And I don’t like that.  I like the feeling of contentment with the glorious “stuff” we’ve been given.  And we’re no where near being financially ready to buy another house at this juncture.  We’ve almost been here 4 years and we all along said “about 5 years” is all we wanted to be here.  Better get going with saving, saving, saving!

Sorry for the gripe-fest.  That’s not a good blog come-back now, is it?