This Friday, I'm off to Scotland on my weather forecasting trip. Before heading north I'd love to:
- complete the February Lady Sweater I am re-knitting ✔
- finish off the socks I am more than half way through ✔
- begin piecing the summer quilt top ✗
- draft a design for mum's quilt ✔
Yeah, so my summer quilt. Yellow with black + white.
Seemed a good idea at the time. Summer was in full swing; the sun was shining, bunnies, berries, buttercups, oilseed rape fields.
Then I visited the The Quilting Loft in Ballard and right there, casually draped on a table by the window was somebody else's yellow, black + white quilt.
It was horrifying. Horrifyingly ugly! What was I thinking?!?
But then I paused to have a very good look at it, to try to figure out what was so offensive about this palette. At length, things began to look up.
I don't know whether I'll make a success of it or not but I'll give it a whirl anyway.
What's the worst that can happen? Me wrapped up in rotten bananas.