That play on words would be a lot more fun if it weren't so true. So true. I've been feeling crummy..crumby...crumbly... The cold has moved from a contant drip to a constant cough. Just a little niggle of a cough, so I'm thankful. I'm half-deaf due to the congestion in my head, but who's to say that's a bad thing in a house full of hootin' and hollerin' kids? Just moving slow and not taking on any challenging projects. I'm in a zone with the crumbs.
For those of you that visit my blog and are not quilty- gasp- I know, my quilty friends, hard to believe that one can maintain a relationship without the fanaticism that is the quilty in me, but I love them in spite of their lack of addiction to quilting- and they are ever supportive of my co-dependency. Crumbs are the little bits and pieces of fabric that I trim off and toss into a basket... then a tub and when that overflows, another tub. You get the picture. Lots of bits. I usually use these little pieces when I am making postcards- it takes so little to cover a 4x6" card, in numerous ways, that even the smallest piece can be used. Unfortunately, it would take me ten years to use all of those tiny pieces up in postcards- it just is not ideal for stash-busting. So I am stitching them all together into crumb blocks. Just slapping all kinds of fabrics together until I have something big enough to cut a little 4" square from. Some blocks have as many as 20 fabrics and some only 2. It goes really fast, even between nose-blowing and trying to cough up a lung. Aren't they adorable?
I have to run into Indy, today. My first day out, all week. Eva has an appointment with her neurologist at Riley Children's Hospital. Just routine and we feel like things are going great for her, so- no stress. Hope everyone has a fun sewing day.