I should have title the subject "Perfecting patience" instead. I'm about a fourth of the way done and most of the time it just purrs right along, then I'll find I've stitched myself to the backing fabric in a place it oughtn’t be, or get into a corner and struggle with the fraying and I growl big time. My favorite words these days are “God bless America” in lieu of other choice and more colorful vernacular I could have, in my sailor days, come up with. I think I need to read the “The Little Engine That Could” again just to remind myself: “I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
What happened is, in my quest to start small, I started with a piece too small, and the corners are giving me fits. Ah well, when I get through this I should have greater confidence to tackle larger pieces.
Oh yeah, and Leslee says it’s traditional for a beginner to make “Breadfruit” as a first piece. I hope that that doesn’t doom me with some ancient quilter’s curse other than those I’ve found on my own!