Blood, Sweat, but No Tears
The wacky log cabin quilt is finally completed. I don’t know when I’ll make another one, but I’ll never say never.
In the past two years of writing in my online journal, the month of August has been a quiet one, as far as my thoughts go. 🙂 This year’s August has proven differently. The fact of the matter is that I discovered my mind can wander away from a task at hand and create chaos. If I can offer any advice, I would say pay close attention when you’re handling a rotary cutter. While working on a quilt, which was promised to my daughter a year ago, I was cutting fabric with vibrant color. I was thinking my daughter will enjoy wrapping this quilt around her, while she enjoys a good read. Then, as my thoughts turned to her recent fender bender, the metal blade clashed with my thumb. My wound was more than a scratch, so I wrapped a clean cloth around it and proceeded up the stairs to find my husband to inform him of my misadventure. After a brief altercation, I was driven to urgent care in the next town. Sporting old sweatpants, a disheveled t-shirt, barn tennies, and an unkempt do (just lazy weekend attire), I told the doc to give me a shot of whiskey and a stick to hold between my teeth. He refused and proceeded to stitch up my thumb. No numbing was needed anyway; there was no drama. The doctor said there might be a scar, but I replied my modeling days were over. On the way home, I was treated to a vanilla custard in a waffle cone. That alone will help in the healing process. 🙂 In reflection,there were no tears along with the blood and sweat, just disappointment with my inattentiveness.
The quilt has been entitled Blood, Sweat,but No Tears. I will post a photo of this memorable endeavor upon completion.