My mom quilts, and as I mentioned in an earlier post, that’s enough crazy for one house, thanks.
She’s in her mid-80s and has lived with us for nearly 15 years after a procession of unsuccessful knee surgeries, so more and more often, I get roped in to help when she wants to make a quilt. Last year, I did all the cutting for a queen sized BOM/Block of the Month project she signed up for, and doing one section a month isn’t really that awful. I mean, it was still extremely fussy and fiddly, but a block a month is doable.
This time, however, she chose a full pattern that isn’t nearly as complicated, but there are 72 blocks. In the interest of finishing in less than 6 years, she’ll obviously want to do more than a block a month, but I can’t spare the time to focus fully on her quilt because I have my own stuff to make.
In addition — and this is where the crazy comes in — she wanted to change up the colorway. sigh
I mentioned I don’t quilt, right?
And I sure as Hades rules the Underworld don’t design my own damn quilt patterns.
But here I sit with a pad of graph paper and a bunch of colored pencils to figure how in the world I’m going make this work. Thank all the gods for ADHD hyperfocus because I get the feeling it’s fixing to be a very long day.
Wish me luck.
Loom Blossom 