Thing-a-day started yesterday, only I was too ill to remember to register for the event. This doesn’t mean I can’t participate, mind, but it does somewhat limit the number of postings I would otherwise do for it. No worries.
With that in mind, I started the first steps towards a baby quilt yesterday, despite the fact that I was sick as a dog yesterday (thank you, son. One of these days when you are all grown up and have a life of your own, I will hunt you down and snot at you. Just to see how you like it. There’s no point in doing it now; you’re too young to appreciate the horrors. No worries. I can wait.)
Quilting is one of those random hobbies that I take up and drop from time to time, just to see how I like it. It’s something I’m improving at by degrees, which is a lot like the other hobbies I have on my chain. There’s a circular routine to my hobbies; I take them or leave them at intervals, improve a bit on one, then lose interest and move on to another. This explains why I have in my house: 1 pink lace shawl, half-finished; 1 knitted red kimono sleeve; 1 requested digital painting of a really depressed-looking girl in various shades of green and blue with a water retention problem; 12 chapters of 3 different novels.
The Guy puts up with it, as he does most of my aberrations. From time to time he will register that I’m buying more thread or more yarn or more … whatever, sigh, then buy some more hardware in a sort of retaliatory parity. We have incomes that can support this sort of half-assery, and if my attention span isn’t at the level of, say, your average pill bug’s, so be it.
Speaking of which, I can’t remember what the point of this post was.
Right. The quilt.
So, I’m making one.
That is all.
