Nines' break from reality...





Usually that term contains the word "psychotic," but I don't think there's any need to get nasty here, do you?



Most of you know that I don't "do" tedious. I once said that to a friend, and she laughed in my face and said, "Oh no, you just cut fabric up into little pieces and then sew them all back together. Not a bit tedious." Ok, maybe she has a point. But there's tedious and there's tedious. If one of my necklaces get tangled- it hangs on a hook until one of the kids takes mercy on me and untangles it. I just don't have the patience to sit there and figure it all out. yuck.



And I don't cut out tiny little pieces of fabric and then sew them all back together... until last weekend. I told you it was a break from reality. Everyone needs a break now and then. Darcie's fabrics were just so yummy, I wanted to nibble on them all day, I suppose. And that's what I did. (Finding a thimble took longer than making one of these tiny blocks! My fingertips are so callused, no thimble required!) And the little 9-patch blocks were made from leftovers from the churndash blocks- waste not, want not!
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It all started with this dream... if I cut 1" strips, and 2" squares... a churn-dash block would come from it. And it did. Do you quilt in your sleep? I don't think it would be unusual if that's what you spend a good deal of time doing/thinking about. Seems reasonable. When I can't figure out the diminsions of something, I sleep on it. Come morning, the solution is there- in all it's minutest detail. Then I have to run really fast to the quilting room and start cutting and sewing- or else, well, you know how dreams can be- easily forgotten. I do my best thinking in my sleep- that's what I say when I need a nap!
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Unfortunately, I didn't dream about buying a new spool of thread... I had about 10 inches to spare! Shew, that was a close one. If I'd been thinking clearly last week, I would have gotten online and ordered me some while I was holding the couch down with this cold... but thinking clearly while your head weighs five pounds more than usual... didn't happen. I got four new spools for Mother's Day.

The little quilty with the green border is Darcie's and the one with the peachy pink border is mine. Each 1" strip made two churndash blocks... who would I be to mess with a perfectly plotted-out dream? Thanks Darcie!