Crying geese...

I'm still determined to catch up on the 365 Challenge blocks.  I made another two today.

The one on the left went fine.

The one on the right actually made me cry.

I'm not kidding.

I can't tell you how many times I took apart those itty bitty flying geese triangles and put them back together again.  The first time I fell under the curse of thinking I knew what I was doing, so I had them with the same colors at each end, and I didn't realize that was wrong until I had all eight of them assembled.  It went downhill from there.  If you look closely, you'll see that there are two different settings for those geese.  (Don't look too closely, however, or your brain will explode.)

The truly sad thing is that the block is supposed to be made with four different colored 'T's instead of the two that I opted for.  I don't know if that would have made it better or worse - whether I would have gone into it with a healthy dose of paranoia, or whether I would have come out of it a gibbering fool.

So since I was frustrated anyway, I spent the next hour hunting for a particular fabric that I wanted to use next for RSC.  It wasn't where I'd put it when it first arrived, where I'd set it aside to have it ready for this moment.

Now people will tell you that getting your studio organized, with everything put away and nice and neat, will make it easier to be creative, and that time spent clearing away the clutter will make you feel great.

This is a lie.

Every single time I have ever straightened up my studio and put things away, I've spent the next 6 months cursing myself, the studio, every piece of fabric I own, and the art of quilting itself.
Because I can't find a damn thing and waste an hour hunting for the one fabric I need.  Which I knew exactly where to find BEFORE I organized and put stuff away.

Because this is the fabric I needed.  This is the purple fabric of my true heart's desire.

A pig in a blanket is good.

A pig in a sweater is better.