I don't really have a good excuse

Remember my goal to have my Plaid Dresden Plate quilt all put together into a top by Sunday night? Not. And I don't even have a good excuse. Here's what I do have:

1. Sunday was just too glorious to not spend a good part of it outside. For me, that meant in the hammock swing with a book and a pocketful of candy corn. And then, of course, fresh air makes you sleepy, so I had to come in and take a nap. Hours of possible sewing gone in the blink of an eye.


2. When I did get down there to sew, my mind flashed back on a Checkerboard quilt that I had just seen online, and I thought, "Hey, that'd be fun to have so when you are sick, you can play checkers on the quilt you are snuggled up under! And it has to be quick to throw together!" And it was quick to throw together - I used flannels so the flannel checkers would stick to the board.
   

But here are the problems:

1. it is only 40" square, way too small to snuggle up under,


2. the problem with being a scrap quilter and never buying yardage is that there is never enough yardage to make solid borders when you want them. So, I made do with the fabric that I did have enough yardage of, and I don't really love it. I would have preferred something brighter and more whimsical, especially if it is a "get well" quilt. Oh well, hours of possible sewing on my Plaid Dresden Plate gone because of my wandering eye.

The good news is that all of the plates are appliqued down, now everything just needs to be sewn together. It shouldn't take long - I just need to find the time to do it. But life with active boys doesn't leave much time for sewing. Last night it was cub scouts and a meeting for the Hull's Drive-In Movies board (yup, I said yes to joining another Board - but I go so often, how could I say no?). Tonight is karate. Tomorrow will likely be karate, too, because I have to work late on Thursday and Friday plus put in a couple of hours on Saturday morning. Wah! I woke up feeling like this:




How is it that my boys wake up feeling all frisky and full of creative energy, greeting me like this?

Oh, and speaking of Cub Scouts, last night we visited the home of an 80-year-old scout who has his basement set up like a museum of scouting paraphernalia.

Did you know that Norman Rockwell (one of my favorite painters) worked for Boy Scouts for 60 years, starting at age 18? In this guy's basement were a whole wall of Norman Rockwell prints that had scouts in them. My favorite (of the ones hanging on the wall) also included a quilt - A Scout is Helpful.

It is always so neat to see your passions overlap! Happy (and productive) Tuesday!