Let's just ignore the fact that my dining room table is in shambles right now. And that my sewing machine seized up and died. And that the dust around here is at least an inch deep. Because something incredible just happened. Oh yes, I finished a project. Emphasis on finished. (Do you hear the roar of the crowd, or is that just me? Maybe it's just the ringing in my ears. I'm goin' with the crowd.)
I learned a couple of things from this project. First, you gotta oil your machine every once in a while. Second, it totally rocks to have a mom who keeps upgrading her machine and dumping her old machines on her one and only daughter. (Mom, when are you gonna get rid of that junky old Janome? I think you need, no you DESERVE something better, hint hint wink wink!)
I also learned some new vocabulary: wonky. It's my new favorite word. You use it like this--better use pins on this project so your corners aren't all wonky. Colin, straighten out your shirt; it looks wonky. Tait, you need to practice those cursive k's; they're goin' all wonky on ya. Oh yeah, wonky. I'm gonna get some mileage out of that one.
Sooo, Mom, you'll be proud. I used pins. You know how I despise using pins. And I measured and squared up. Another step I loathe. (Why do I even quilt? It baffles me really.) And wonder of wonders, my corners aren't wonky, not even one tiny little bit!
I learned all this and more over here at the Pink Penguin. And Mom? Don't go making a hundred of these in Christmas fabrics and give them to everyone in the family because that's my idea. I'll let you help me though.