My guilty conscience has gotten to me.
During all that adoring over the new quilting fabric I had picked up at the store the other day and all during the quick execution of the blocks for it, I couldn't help but keep looking up at that suitcase on the top of my fabric armoire. I would stare at it from my sewing table, sighing heavily, thinking of the quilt inside that I had so carelessly tossed aside in favour of this new fabric. It wasn't that I loved the new fabric more - or the old quilt project less...it just happened. My attention had shifted, my enthusiasm departed for something else for the moment. A thin layer of dust blanked the top of the suitcase and the handle, the luggage tag swaying ever so gently when the heat came on...it's words haunting me in the night..."Quilt Projects"...unfinished...still..
So I've brought it back out and am bringing it home. In all it's glory. I forgot how much I love making this quilt. It's a great quilt.
And the blocks I just finished for that new quilt? They're at the back of the line, rightfully so.
