Ahem. Wrong answer. But I blundered though all 23 blocks before checking. Sigh.
So I spent the rest of my sewing day ripping every one out and resewing it the right way. Ever wonder why we do that kind of thing? Tell ourselves to check, but then go ahead anyway. It's not the first time I've made this dreadful mistake while quilting. I hope I've learned my lesson this time so that I don't have to keep learning it over and over and over again. But somehow, I doubt it. I don't know why I didn't stop and check as soon as it occurred to me. I just kept going, somehow blindly certain that all was well. When it wasn't.
So, today I have another day of banging, sawing, hammering, and crashing out on our deck repair project. (I will be so glad when all of these projects are finished and I will have my peace and quiet back.) That means it's another day when I'll retreat into the sewing room for some relative privacy. George seems to have gotten used to it now.
1 comment:
Oh my yes! Have I done that once or twice!! It can be discouraging; I admire your ability to rip it out and then blog about it; wow...
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