I blamed it on my bad mood. I blamed it on hormones. I blamed it on my lack of design skills. I blamed it on the lack of fabric-we all know that couldn't possibly be it. And then -when I started blaming it on my husband-who hasn't even stepped foot in my sewing room all week- I knew I needed to get a grip and move on. I was turning into a tempermental quilter(ok artist) having a fit because I couldn't make something work that I saw in my head but couldn't execute in fabric. Admitting that I didn't like it is part of this painful process-maybe even growth. I admit I don't like it. It's not getting any better. And thank goodness, I am finally recognizing that I don't need to show it to you :).
Happy Sewing, my friends. It's beautiful here and I am going outside.