Grrr...Arrgghh...

Go ahead. You know you want to say it. I can live with the laughter, the "looks" and the "I told you so's".

That special project...that, procrastinated, 11th hour special project...

I am sitting at my table...where my children were *not* fed breakfast and are *not* doing school work...with a hodge-podge, rolled and pin-basted top, practically screaming at my quilting machine because there ain't no way I'm getting this beast turned hither and yon to make pretty squares nicely quilted :o(

Would this have been nice to know, oh, say, last week? Or even long before NOW? Just knowing that maybe, as I had no real plan in place in the first place, this might not work as smoothly as I envisioned would have been nice.

Yeah, in the back of my I-don't-really-quilt mind I probably knew I was in over my head with this grand plan...but I'm hardly the sort to let a little thing like a lack of knowledge and skill slow me down :o(

So, now, half-crippled with a severely dented and hole-punctured index finger from pin-basting over 122 quilt pins on this beast, trimming edges, squaring up, rolling 3 ways to Sunday trying to fit this thing under the arm of my fancy-schmancy quilting machine (bah humbug!) I am awakening to reality.

There are 6 days, plus the remainder of today, for me to finish this (and the dresses). I am not going to have the perfectly quilted plan at all, but I am setting up the frame and will pin this beast to it and do some tying instead. Pretty red, blue and green floss knots scattered across reds, blues and greens.

Just irritates me when in my head I can do everything yet in real life practical living I have these quiet little road blocks, like skill, slowing me down :o(

Just annoying.

What happened to the SuperMom complex?