Seventy and thirteen.
70 placed for C7, and 13 in place for the two adjacent blocks. Sheesh.
It was going fairly well, then - BOOM! Brick wall.
So many similar rusts to sweet potato golds and oranges into sudden yellows. . . . . .and not just 'yellow,' but v-e-r-y particular yellows.
Many of which are demanding a slight green tinge in one direction or another.
Gaaaa-a-a-a-gh!
I'm going to clean the cat box then decide if I want to head outdoors or back to something very yellow. [whimper]
Me
I am an architect of words and fabric
- Beth
- Michigan, United States
- I am a continuously re-invented person, having mastered the art of 'making lemonade' - sometimes minus the lemons. There are dreams as yet unrealized, talents tapped but not exhibited, and a desire for more time to get it all done. My family is small but precious to me. Two gorgeous sons and three darling cats share my home, along with a mountainous stash I am working my way through. (As of Sept 2015, only one of our sweet kitties survives.) There are two constants in my life, God and quilting, and more than ever over the last four years, I have turned to both to carry me over and through the rest of it. 1quiltingb@gmail.com
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