Do you ever have the sort of day when you really shouldn’t even look at the sewing machine, never mind sit down and start faffing about.
It’s the pinwheels – but I guess you’d probably guessed that.
Today has been a beautiful day. I had my first proper run since Christmas – it was just heaven in the woods this morning; I finished my long translation more quickly than I would have thought; I spent a happy hour pottering in the garden….and then my prize at the end of the afternoon was a little bit of lovely, wonderful sewing time.
I have a bit of a perfectionist streak, but I guess you know that by now. I took a long hard look at one of the blocks and decided that the points weren’t quite perfect enough for Di. Quick as a flash I had it all unpicked, ready to have another go.
And that’s where I made my big mistake.
I thought I’d just iron the fabric flat to make a perfect job of it.
I don’t have to tell you what happened.
You’ve guessed haven’t you?
My iron did that horrible spitting brown dirty water thing…ALL OVER THE BLOCK…
So I’ve washed out the ruined half and tried to iron it back into shape.
It has failed completely. It looks like I washed it in a boil wash. Now it’s all puckered and higgledy piggledy…..
Back to the drawing board.
Where’s the gin?