We had the 'grandpup' this weekend, and he just felt like hanging out with me while I whipped out this birthday quilt yesterday. What is with dogs and layouts? If it wasn't him, it would have been one of the others, they just have to lay on top of what you're working on and then get all huffy when you want to move the block that's directly under them.The hubs accompanied me to Web Fabric Saturday and picked up a little 6-pack of FQs that were black with bright prints. I told him to find 6 more FQs that went with it and I'd whip up a throw for our neice's birthday on the 21st. After assuring him that batiks did not go with the bright little modern prints, I was able to sway him to bright stripes and dots.
It started out being a Yellow Brick Road, but I was in a hurry and sort of screwed up....got a little carried away and just kept cutting without reading so I didn't have any strips left at the end. Fortunately, it all worked out and I was able to put together 9.5" blocks from what I had stitched. I'll name it 'Detour On The Yellow Brick Road' or something like that. It's okay.
After work I'll stop and pick up some coordinating border/binding/backing and I hope to knock this out tonight. I'm just going to use the walking foot and ditch stitch in the interest of time.
When it's done, I'll post a photo and some instructions for the screwed up pattern...which I guess is now an 'original'. Ha ha.

Put an art quilt DVD in the player, slipped on the old machine quilting gloves and was off to a lively start with a little free-motion here, some spirals there, and then it all came crashing down. I wanted to do flowers on another block throughout, so I found an appropriate marking pen, drew them out, but when I went to sew them, I would keep skipping stitches...not just one, but a bunch, so I'd have an inch of nice even little stitches and then there'd be a stitch that was an inch long. I ripped out, I rethreaded, I rebobbined, I poured a glass of wine, took a few cleansing breaths, turned the machine off and then on, shook the tension out of my shoulders and continued to do this, rip it out, do it, rip it out.
