I've finally, finally gotten myself next to the sewing machine. This year is not turning out to be so productive quilt-wise as last year. I've been spending a lot of free time working on the latest lace shawl, as there's a bit of a deadline with that. The deadline isn't exactly looming yet, but at the speed I knit lace, I'd better be paying attention to time. More about that soon.
Snow and sleet at this time of year makes me want to cover all the windows. Or just avert my eyes and not look out. So with that, I head into my windowless sewing room and get busy.
So I'm in the trenches of making my Double Ninepatch quilt--the production sewing part: the strips, the strip sets, the cuts, the tiny ninepatches. They're all building blocks and have to be done before I can get to the fun stuff--figuring out just how to set these blocks and trick them out. And yes, I often start a quilt like this with no clue how it's all going to go together. I'm not a fan of set patterns.
Tonya: I hope you're noting the appearance of cheddar in these blocks.
My sewing companionship media-wise this week has been pretty funny--some DVDs of old Looney Tunes cartoons. Every once in a while I just get a hankering for Elmer Fudd singing "Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit!"
As sewing lately has been disjointed, so has the reading. I started and gave up on two novels concerning the life of Frank Lloyd Wright, Loving Frank by Nancy Horan, and The Women by T.C. Boyle. Wright is very Wisconsin, and I've spent some time tromping around Taliesin, Wright's home and studio near Spring Green, Wisconsin. I guess I know enough about him that I don't care to read anymore. I just didn't find him or his women to be sympathetic or appealing reading material. MHO
Then I started The Dante Club by Matthew Pearl for the THIRD time. And once again, I'm bogged down. Has anyone been able to make it through this book? Maybe it's time for a good biography, so now I'm reading Flannery by Brad Gooch, a life of Flannery O'Connor. It's slowish, but at least I'm learning something.