There are some things I’m better at than other things. One thing I do best . . and if there were Olympic competition in this category, I could win hands down . . Procrastinating! When it comes to figuring out how to avoid doing what needs to be done, that comes so easy for me.
All it needed was binding. The fabric was laying with the quilt. Cut the binding, sew the strips together, attach it, finish the binding! That was my goal for all of last week. Never touched it.
Yesterday I went into the sewing room and said “I’m not leaving here til that binding is done!” I then got on the computer and messed around, cleaned off the cutting table, cut some hexagons for Nicole, put some food in the pantry . . and decided to go outside and water the garden!
Not long after I began watering, I said to myself “The binding is going to be done before you go to bed!”
So, I turned off the hose, stopped and rubbed Boots’ belly, went into the sewing room, cut the binding, sewed the strips together, attached it to the quilt and finished it!
My blog friend, The Dirt Road
Stripper Scrapper, always takes pictures of her quilts in such pretty settings. I throw mine over the longarm, take a crooked picture and call it done. Today I decided to go outside and find a place to take a picture. Hmmm . . I walked all over looking for a good spot. No good spots! Barbed wire fence . . not good. Rusty pipe fence . . not good. Black widow infested picnic table – not good. Maybe the bench out front.
Why do the
stripper’s scrapper’s pictures always look so good and mine looks like I threw the quilt over a bench?
Maybe if I drape it over the blueberry fence . . .
Yep, it looks like I draped it over the blueberry fence . . with the water hose sticking out from under the quilt. I’m not very good at the staging part of this . . I think I’ll just throw them over the longarm and let someone else have all the pretty photos.
What I did find was another cactus that’s popped up out there.
That’s the second one I’ve found that I didn’t know was there. I have a fear of stepping on one of these things with my flip flops on and it going into my foot. I know . . don’t wear flip flops in this hostile environment! Some day I will learn . . probably when I step on a cactus and a “whatever you call those things” goes through my foot! Not sure if it’s this one but some of these cactus will puncture tires on a truck, lawn mower, wheel barrow . . so you know what they would do to a flip flop.
Yes, I’d better just stay inside and take pictures with quilts draped over the longarm. Much safer!