Hurray hurray! I got all the Ohio stars sewn together today.
And once more, with feet!
Well, a foot, anyway.
Now I can set it aside for a little well-deserved dithering about the borders. (And a name. I'm still trying to come up with something involving storms and rainbows and Ohio stars. "After the Storm"? "Stormy Ohio"? "We're not in Ohio anymore, Toto"?) At present it measures 39 x 45, which to me is too big for a wall hanging and too small for a lap quilt. So, a border or two is going to make it the perfect size. For something. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it - I just wanted to join the RSC, and the next thing I knew I had this quilt top. Odd, right?
Speaking of joining in, clue 4 for Allietare came out today and I managed to get a couple of the knotless-bowtie/funky-hourglass units done.
I have no idea where this quilt is going. It's a really weird feeling to be working on something without knowing what it's going to look like. I think I'm starting to see now why people like doing mystery quilts. It's a bit unbalancing, but in a good way. We'll see what I think at the end of this whole process.
Oh, the post title? Well, let me tell you a little story.
Last time my wonderful daughter visited here from Vermont, she brought me a Lake Champlain Chocolate Factory chocolate bar. Dark chocolate. One of my Holy Grails of chocolate. Recently I decided to take it down to the studio with me, grabbed it on the way out the door, dropped it into the pocket on the car door, and forgot about it. Well, forgot until yesterday, when I remembered to grab it as I was getting out of the car.
Some vile little despicable nasty thieving mouse had found it in the interim and had gnawed right through the wrapper in multiple places and had eaten vast quantities of my chocolate. My lovely Lake Champlain chocolate. My. chocolate. Mine.
I was so mad. "You damn mouse! You ruined my chocolate! You &*%#$((& mouse!" And I took the chocolate in and threw it away, so now neither one of us had any chocolate.
And I thought that was the end of it.
Until I got into the car today, that is. When I pulled on the seat belt to buckle up, I encountered resistance. I tugged harder, then harder. It wasn't like when the belt locks up when the brakes have been applied - it felt like there was something interfering with it.
As it finally freed itself up, I looked back at it to see what the problem was.
I guess Mr Mouse decided that if I wasn't going to let him have chocolate, then he'd just have to kill me by gnawing through my seatbelt.
I'd never really thought of mice as vengeful creatures, but this has really opened my eyes!
Chocolate-thieving murderous little monsters, the lot of them, I tell ya.
I'll be linking with So Scrappy for Scrap Happy Saturday! Come see what we're all doing to wrap up RSC2015!