that's how it's felt to me this week. I've worked my little hand knitted socks off but I still seem to be getting nowhere fast. Maybe I should change my name to Slow Mo!
I swear that this is some sort of diabolical torture.....
My fingers are red raw and bleeding (I kid you not) from stitching hexies this week. A dozen more blooms finished and a row of white hexies attached not quite all around those I'd already stitched together. Do you know how much you can age sewing one of these quilts!
Why do I do it? Coz I love it.... that's why. I only wish I could say the same about certain other jobs I've done this week. Like last Sunday when I took to the road..... to fix it!
It all started when my 4x4 went into the body shop for repair. The result of a slight altercation I had with some mud and the gatepost... but that's another story. The repair centre gave me a really cute courtesy car. A tiny Chevvy. Boy did I feel girly and twenty years younger driving home. Till I reached our driveway that is.
Potholes!! The road into here was full of them. It's a winter thing. Helga (my 4x4) takes them in her stride but I just couldn't risk driving the Chevvy into one and appearing again in someones back garden in Australia. So there was nothing for it but to fill them it.
So... I shovelled sub-base (for making roads) on and off the trailer most of the day. It was exhausting work... but cheaper than a Gym membership! I won't mention how stiff and sore I was come Monday... that would make me a wimp!
OK... back to the whole point of this blog... stitching.
I stitched the little Birdie in this picture...
So... we rolled up the hearth rug and got down to business. I helped her.....