It was a quiet Sunday morning. We had our first snow. Sam was pensive as he watched.
Later, we cleaned. I knew it was time to stop cleaning when blocks from my design wall decided to leap directly into the path of the oncoming vacuum cleaner.
By the time I'd hauled the vacuum all over the second floor, plus cleaned out a closet and two vanity cabinets and hauled all resulting garbage (it's been awhile) to the garage, I wasn't sure I was up to sewing.
So I organized myself.
This design means you can't sew blocks in rows. You must chunk. Jaye would be happy.
I just need to plan that out so I don't end up accidentally having set-in seams anywhere.
Then I decided to do myself the favor of figuring out my seam pressing in advance too.
Those Fons & Porter directional pins have come in handy many a time. No, you don't absolutely have to press seams in opposite directions, but it sure can help.
I did get two chunks sewn, but I'm calling it quits for the day. It's a quiet, cold evening; time to sit in front of the fireplace with a quilt magazine or two while dinner's in the oven.
