Just because I can....
DH walks in on me this morning, as he is leaving for work. He stops in his tracks and starts laughing, "Are you starting another project?" I don't know how he guessed as I was only sitting in the middle of the floor with three of my stash bins opened. Yes, I'm starting a new project. Why? Just because I can. Just piddling, really. Or as my Aunt Isobel would say, noodling. Sometimes I just start things that I know I won't like, just because... I guess... because I can. They have no purpose. No destination. And no sense of color co-ordination. I just want to sew on something new that has no expectations. Do you ever do that? Sometimes I realize that it's the orneriness in me coming out. Like this little piece. I don't much care for doing borders and I said, "I'm going to do this thing." You'll notice, it's almost all borders- with 6 more to go. Why, why, why? There's already four borders and the silly thing is only 30 1/2." Which is now a major problem as the pattern says it should measure 29 1/2." So the next border isn't going to fit properly. And that leaves me annoyed. No, I had no expectations it would work out, but still, the mystery of how it all went wrong is ... perturbing. Is that a word? I think so.