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Sew Much

Sometimes I think the pandemic empties my well faster than I can refill it. I was so looking forward to quilting this year when I made this for you, Theo:

Looking back over the last seven months I'm really surprised I got anything done.

Making things for Oliver helped keep me from giving up altogether on sewing, I think.

Although it has more than few mistakes, I am proud of the one quilt I made for him:

Keeping it small seems to be doing the trick now:

Also trying to get back to my zero-waste quilting scheme for the year:

I think this tote is my favorite project of 2020 so far. Not because it's beautiful or special, but because I screwed it up so much the first time. I didn't give up on it.

Although I don't count them anymore, I've also made face masks for all the family and friends and neighbors who needed them since the pandemic began, and will continue to do so until it ends.

What are you proud of that you've accomplished this year? Let us know in comments.

Comments

Maria Zannini said…
You got a lot done!

The one thing I'm proud of (and surprised) is that we were better prepared for the pandemic than I thought. The only thing we will run out of (by next month) and likely not be able to replace are the disinfecting hand wipes. Can't find them anywhere. So our stockpile lasted roughly 9 months.

It might've lasted longer but we gave a couple of canisters to my neighbor who was running a lot of errands for people during our shutdown, and she had run out of hand sanitizer in the process.
nightsmusic said…
I think you accomplished a lot!

I know I got a lot done, but it wasn't the 'me' stuff. It was the ongoing flowerbeds that need weeding and new mulch spread and the other things that keep the house running. I just have no imagination right now. Poor Duncan is languishing, but the movie in my head is on pause. It just seems like the mindless tasks are the ones I'm getting done but the rest? Not so much.

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