Here she is. The last house for the wonky house swap. This African Hut created itself, practically. I had a pile of scraps on the cutting table from other projects, and they asked to be made into a hut. Do your scraps ever talk to you, or is it the diet I am on that has turned my mind toward hallucinations? Anyway, this is the last one I am making for now. I need 11 to send in for the swap. The object was to make 12, then decide which one to keep. That choice was becoming very difficult. I wanted so many, and Tom wanted other ones. This way, I don't have to choose. I can make the 12th one after I get my 11 back from the bee and see just what is needed to make that quilt work best. And, I have photos of all the others in case I want to recreate one of them.
This is a pretty pitiful showing for an entire day, but I am off my game these days. My body has been invaded by a pesky and irksome bacteria, and my doctor has put me on some hideous medicine to get rid of it. The bacteria is less annoying than the side affects of the antibiotic. I am a big believer in the development of all modern medicine, but I think we may have gone a bit over the top with some of it. I won't get on my soap box here, so rest easy. I only have to take this terrible stuff for another couple of days, then I should be as good as new, and back in a creative frame of mind.
Hopefully, I will be somewhat productive tomorrow. I have siggy blocks to make, and blocks to mail.
Until then, joyful quilting everyone.
(By the way, for anyone intrigued by my diet statement above, I have lost 23 pounds since January 1, and almost 4 inches around my middle. I am on my way to a new streamlined me.)
