Now that I have sent a massive amount of stuff to Craftland (seriously, the shopping costs make me want to faint!) I can work on things that are not aprons, masks, or flag bunting.
For like, a day or two. The Christmas rush has started, and it might be a good idea to clean house this month. Yes, I said “this month.” I live in squalor. But then, I’m an artist, so it’s a respectable squalor.
I have a long list of handmade gifts to make, and whether or not they’ll get done is anybody’s guess. I made a valiant effort yesterday, and I don’t know if I’m being too picky or what, but I might have just gotten myself nowhere at all.
Exhibit A:

Log Cabin blocks I meant to turn into a very chic pillow. Very agreeable to my aesthetic, which means they’re too cutesy for intended recipient.
Unfortunately, if you’ve never made one of these petite little blocks, you don’t know how easily a small project can morph into an addiction:

I love putting something cute in the center - fruit, flowers, animals - and making a little “story” out of the surrounding strips.

But my favorite middle squares have people in them. They really give so much life to the overall look. A good thing to remember when assembling the six or seven hundred of these it will probably require to make a bed-sized quilt. Can I get an OMGLOLZ!!!1! up in here?
And then, there’s the wedding quilt I need to make within the next month. Boy, howdy, I am freaking out about this! I started on something Denyse Schmidt-y that I quite like, but will the couple?

I don’t mean to be a hater, but those colors are not for everyone. I may need to scrap this idea, turn the block into a pillow for the intended recipient of the too-cute log cabin pillow, and start over with something more traditional.
OR, maybe I should just plow ahead on the wedding quilt, secure in the knowledge that my nice friends would actually never tell me if they disliked a handmade gift, and start the original pillow again, with different fabrics.
OR, maybe I should clean the bathroom, and deal with all of the above when my life has reached some measure of order.
Seriously guys, what would Martha do???