I admit to being scattered all week leading up to the sunday market. I did bits and pieces of all sorts of stuff, not finishing anything but just keeping things moving. Works for me!
I didnt need to sew anything much and still felt organised enough to pack the car at the last minute and do the leisurely drive down south. I was having a premarket tagging session/sleepover party at Elisha's. All I really needed to do was whip up a clothing rack from tomato stakes and broom handles and off I would go.
I didnt take into account having what I affectionately refer to as 'period brain'. It took me all of saturday to get my act together. In my defense I had kids to sort out while Mr TL was away fishing.
Still, nothing accounts for ....
having a design firmly in mind and relying on being able to execute it without
1. premeasuring anything,
2. knowledge of exactly how many tomato stakes were available,
3. doing an inventory of nuts and bolts,
4. having anyone home to help me hold things while I drilled,
5. alerting the neighbours to my eccentric behaviour,
6. making absolutely certain it would fit into the car when complete.
To solve issue number 1. I altered my design,
2. got really annoyed at my stupidity while I revamped my altered design,
3. used screws instead (though they werent long enough for design number three
and had to start from scratch again),
4. leaned things up against chairs while contorting my body across the furniture
5. built it inside even though the neighbours can see through the windows
6. removed everything id already packed, started over with the new rack and forced it in.
The drive down was relaxing.
I popped by Eleesa's to pick up her stash of gorgeous cot quilts to add to our mix.
Here is our stall with the completed rack in place side by side with my nannas old clothes horse now free to house Elisha's new little girls bikinis. She has been perfecting them all week. And how cute was our little visitor?
A coat of paint here and there is needed.
New props holding some reversible baby slippers.
Happy times before I decided to start quilting and make my fingers hurt like crazy.
Were still a bit camera shy but well get over it.
Ouch @#!$%* times seventeen. This is the first shot ever of me sewing in all these years. Ive been sewing my whole life, how sad is that? Im loving having a blog for documenting lots of hidden things that may otherwise go unnoticed.
I had a sneezing fit to go with the pain, spilt coffee on the quilt and kept losing track of the needle.
But I finished what will now be known as 'The Seven Year Stitch Quilt' !