Dying of Cute. Those little pink and gray sweethearts have been set aside for a more peaceable time. For just as these blocks are going this way and that, so am I. And, frankly, I'm not crazy about it.
Not wanting to settle into a detailed whine, suffice it to say that it's the hiring season at the school where I work and much of my time is spent on tedious detail work. A committee from church has me at sixes and sevens; I'm having trouble reconciling myself to what they are trying to accomplish. Worst of all, I'm over-committed in the sewing division: I agreed to two one-on-one craft swaps and I still have five Pay It Forward projects to produce. Plus a couple of blocks that I've agreed to make for folks. And the COW swap to try to organize. And a quilting workshop I'm putting together for ten days from now.
So, like the North Wind blocks, I'm This Way and That. Oddly, I have the perfect fabric for the setting triangles already -- it was left over from some other batik project I made. This Way and That. It's how I feel, and working on the blocks actually helps me to focus, to settle down, to take pleasure in process. When life mimics art, or something.