...is what I am calling this quilt (with a nod of thanks to Mr Springsteen). It's a name that seems appropriate on all sorts of levels at the moment.
I am managing to sneak in my bits and pieces of sewing time, just enough to keep my hand in and stop my head from exploding. All I need to do now is the blogging bit, which I am determined to hold on to. I apologise now to everyone who has waited ages for a response to their comments and also to everyone whose blog I would normally visit - I will be back on track soon; just one humungous piece of real life work to get over and done and things should be back on a more even keel.
I am still hourglassing and after playing around with various layouts came up with this little block, which I liked a lot.
Then my machine started acting up. Since it's an old one there aren't many things that can go wrong and in this case it was just the wiring in the bit that plugs the foot pedal into the machine. That was the good news. The bad news was that in taking it apart I managed to drop the worlds tiniest nut (and in nuts and bolts) onto the carpet. Could we find it? Oh no, not a hope.
Not to be discouraged I pulled this pretty little thing out of its case.
It's a funny thing - a Singer clone with Arabic script, which I bought, to be perfectly honest, because it was a lovely yellow colour (the case is the same shade as the base). Not the swankiest machine in the world but it does a fair stitch and is seeing me through.
Detour over, I made a few more blocks and joined them together. Now I have this.
I notice now that I have one deliberate pinwheel in here, but one has happened without any help from me too. I love it when that sort of thing happens.
Keep well, everyone, and keep sewing.