Swear to God I have been up to my eyeballs in samples lately. I mean, I always am, but with Quiltopia coming I am sewing triple time. I feel like I am barely making a dent. Probably because I'm not. There is so much to do. I wish sometimes I didn't have a regular job on top of all the shop stuff I do. A snide comment made at a shop hop meeting reminded me that despite being 30, people still view me as that wet behind the ears college kid from 10 years ago who only had a part time job and school to fuss with. I reminded her that in fact I do have a "real job" at the State and everything I do for the shop hop and at the shop is IN ADDITION TO my 40 hour week...not including housework and my minuscule social life. Fight me, or whatever. So I have been busy. As usual.
I am super behind on the Honey Pot Bee blocks I am (supposedly) working on. People talk about having "lots of UFOs" to the tune of a bin or two, and I want to laugh and laugh. A bin. How cute. I have five Rubbermaid totes and counting. Needless to say, I need to run the frig away to finish some of those. Maybe when I am retired. But I really want to do some me-time sewing. I have so many scraps piling up, begging to be sewn, and I have SO MANY IDEAS. And people know I love scraps so they send them my way. Do you think I have the self control to say no? Of course not. Like I tell folks, my addiction to fabric could be to something way worse instead, I mean it could be like meth. I;m sure there is something out there worse than meth but it's all I got. And, I have seen the show Hoarders...apparently it's not a Hoarders level disaster until you find a dead cat in it. I have no cats and my dogs haven't wandered into the scrap heap so I think we're good. Nothing to see here, move along.
But one of the things I want to make was inspired by something I see (almost) every day. The bathroom at the office. As you sit there, there's not much else to do but stare at the floor and walls. The floor is boring tile, and the walls are boring tile too (would it kill anyone to move away from white and beige, I mean COME ON). And they stay boring until you realize you've been staring at a maybe quilt pattern for months.
Let me just get this out of the way, because I know someone out there is wondering where the picture of these walls are. I did not take my phone into my office bathroom. I have no plans whatsoever to take my phone into the office bathroom. And I don't think I really need to explain all the different levels on which it would be weird to do so. You're just going to have to «¬imagine¬«
It's so simple. Basically staggered bricks, like where the gap between two bricks matches up in the middle of the brick in the row below it. You know, like bricks do. But as I have been sitting in there over the months, different patterns emerge. Diamonds. Chains. Variations of shapes and sizes and what if I did it on point or diagonal???? Seriously, no less than six quilt ideas have taken shape just from the amount of time it takes for me to take a leak at work. Quilts are everywhere, y'all.
Hopefully after Quiltopia is over and after the rush of Thanksgiving and Christmas samples are done I can have a breather for a few weeks and work on some of these ideas. I mean, the scraps keep multiplying like bunnies in the night. they will overrun my house. I wonder if this would then quality as housework? Hmm.
