To the stage on Boston Molasses Flood wherein I have to start quilting. (Have to... more like get to!). I knew going into BMF exactly what pattern I wanted to quilt. And then changed my mind. About seven times. And now I am down to the wire - and I THINK I know what I want to do. Since I am hand-quilting everything (not nearly enough money for a longarm quilter, which is what I so much want!), I am making choices. And in all honesty, my original idea wouldn't have stood out at all - not just wouldn't have added anything, but wouldn't have really shown at all without WAY much work. And if I really want to do so, I can add it afterwards. Don't think I will, though.
So, now I am down to stitch in the ditch for most of the quilt, and borders featuring newspaper headlines and information about the Boston Molasses Disaster. I know it will look good, but there is a part of me that mourns the loss of the original quilting plan. *shrug* I know it will be all right, maybe even better this way.
As far as quilts go, though... I have plenty of ideas. I am up to 24 in my notebook, and I've only finished two... BMF is #3. I'm getting further and further behind! One of these days I want to take a day off from work and just... sew. Quilt. Piece. Until then, I will toddle along as I've been doing, working at a randomly decent pace. (I'm not complaining, just commenting. I can't do more than I can do in a day!)
Soon enough (like this weekend), I start losing my weekends as far as sewing quilts. Scarborough Faire (my home renaissance faire) starts getting into prep time soon, which means costuming and character work and all that. And hopefully living chess match. We shall see!