Happy Halloween.

It was so nice to come home tonight and not have to make anything. I think I was so excited by the fact that I could just spend the night on facebook and tumblr and youtube that I got a bit carried away, which is why it's now 5.30am.

Anyway...

A cool cat, a cow and little red riding hood. All made by me.

A cool cat and a cow holding tails, and getting photobombed by the boy who couldn't be arsed doing a costume, so we made him wear teddy bear ears.

The ears of the cow... she didn't wear them because they kept flopping over her eyes.

Group piccie.

As much as I was sooooo sick of working on this stuff by last night, I'm also so glad I did it. Only two of the daytime staff did anything, and only two of the people in this photo (the witch and the bloodsplattered guy) aren't wearing at least a little something I made. But we had a fantastic night, got quite a few compliments (a couple were skeezy, but they were balanced out by the adorable ones from little kids) and generally enjoyed ourselves.

The fact that I can now, still, 7 hours on, still feel the ghosts of the sunglasses/headband combo pressing against the sides of my head seems like a small price to pay.

Arty Artness.

Ah, long weekends. The perfect opportunity to get seriously stuck into working on some of your long-neglected WIPs.

Unless of course you're like me, in which case you work all three days as well as drinking on two of them.

And I was kinda happy, because this weekend was intended to be our last hurrah until the show, which is 4 weeks away, meaning that we would have some time to recover. Then I remembered that I agreed to go to Adelaide with Casey and Jeffy for reasons I'm not entirely sure of. Probably mainly to do with Chinese food, which I've just realised I get to eat in 4 days time. Now I'm keen.

As for stuff that I've been making, well, I did some Sherlock Texts From Last Night for the Tumblrverse. Does that count? I used mspaint...

P.S. Lets not talk about the footy. I'm still too full of feels.

How I spend my nights

Juuuust throwing a tantrum at etsy at 4.30 in the morning because it keeps giving me cotton knits when I'm looking for woven rayon fabrics.

Because that's how I roll. (The tantrums at websites thing, not the constant need for more nice drapey rayon fabrics to make into lovely flowwy skirts now that the weather's starting to get a wee bit nicer. Okay, that too.)

A new kind of shopping

I can't remember entirely how, but tonight (and by tonight, I mean about 5 hours ago) I went to the Book Depository website. My goal, at some point, became to find a decent introductory book about wine. Sadly, I didn't. It was all how to make wine and 200 wines to drink before you die and such, when I wanted a book with a blurb something along the lines of A book about wine for people who don't really like the taste of it but would like to be wine drinkers because all the people on TV who drink wine look like they really enjoy it and frankly, it sounds cooler to have a glass of wine than a bottle of cider, so this book tells you an both a succinct and humourous manner which wine is both affordable and doesn't make you pull that "ergh" face."


That book it seems, simply doesn't exist. But I did come across Oz and James' Big Wine Adventure, which reminded me that I had the TV show. I'll be honest, halfway through season 1 (where they cruise through France) and I've still got no idea what I want to drink. All I know is, they look like they're having fun, getting drunk, and that makes me want to do it even more. I haven't even done a Coonawarra wine tour yet. I'm jealous.


But that's okay. At some point I strayed out of the wine section and into the humour, craft and trashy romance* sections, and now I appear to have almost two dozen books in my cart, and I'm torn between thinking to myself "but at $200 all up, that's less than a tenner per book, and that's damn cheap" and "Holy cow, $200, and it's free postage so you don't have to worry about combining savings, just cull it to about a quarter and buy the rest later" but I've no idea what I want now (well, in 7-14 days) and what I'll put off for a while.


Online book buying is just as hard as online fabric buying.


*Thanks to the Vaginal Fantasy webcasts, which have a name which sounds much more smutty than they actually are, I've finally been able to admit my fondness for trashy medieval and/or fantasy romance novels, and now the voices in my head have formed a bookclub with me, and we need more books.

I'm glad I'm not an actual parent.

At what age should someone stop believing in the tooth fairy? Maddy is nine now, and even though I don't know at what age I stopped believing*, I'm fairly sure it was younger than that. Along with money, we have sometimes written notes, so maybe it's our fault

Is fault the right word to use? Is it a good thing or a bad thing that she believes in the tooth fairy? I believe that stories such as the tooth fairy are important, since it primes us as children to accept things that don't exist (like santa or the easter bunny) in preparation for the grown up things that don't really exist that we nonetheless have to believe in to be functioning members of human society, (like truth and justice)

But then that's a theory I got from the Discworld novels by Terry Pratchett, along with a belief that the most logical set up for tooth fairies would be some kind of franchise operation.


The internet seems to think about 10. But I think my internet either has some kind of separation anxiety going on, or either it thinks I'm fat, because whenever I go out to the kitchen, it stops working. It's fine if I go to the bathroom, or to work, but if I go to the kitchen, dropout. So clearly it's deranged, and not to be trusted.

Anyway, I guess my point is that I'm worried that my otherwise very smart little sister is going to be derailed into a life of Nigerian bank scams and fake European lottery wins because I fabricated some quite flimsy evidence that the tooth fairy exists, based solely on the fact that once upon a time I used to do all my as like the computer does instead of like a circle with a stick on the side, which is how Maddy thinks I write. If she falls for that, how will she be able to tell if that email from paypal is real, or a nasty phishing scam?


Ooh, hey, new justification for not giving them the good desktop. Yay!


*I have to think very, very hard about what I did last week.

Warn. Your. Children.

Most of you are probably too busy having lives to know this, but if you play an MMORPG (those big online computer games) it lets you know if you've been playing it for a certain amount of time - a little popup ever hour or so to remind you that there's a world beyond your computer screen.

Why doesn't youtube offer this? I'm watching it on my phone - surely they could tell me after I've been running the app for more than an hour. Two hours. Three hours. Four hours.

Ah well, I hadn't made any progress on that quilt top in about 6 months... what's a few more days? And you would think I would have learned after I did exactly the same thing last night, except curled up in bed till 6am instead of standing at the kitchen bench with my cutting mat in front of me. It's still going right now. I've gone from Paley Panels to funny ads to beer ads to clips from the Melbourne Comedy Gala.

I actually came up with the term "Youtube Hangover" to describe it today. With people asking one another how they pulled up after last night, I was having to explain that I'd had 2 drinks, walked it off, eaten some delicious fairy bread, driven home at 2.30, gotten into bed... and clawed my way out at 11.30 after, confusingly, just 5 hours of sleep. But many, many Related Video tabs.

So please, for everyone's sake, lay off the youtube, kiddies. Just say no. 

Especially after the 4th hour.

The cake is a lie, but will give you +5 sexterity...*

I expect very few of you to recognise or get these. That's okay. I can respect that. Most of you have lives, and haven't wasted goodly portions of them on computer games and internet memes.

Lucky you, I guess. Because despite making some Weighted Companion Cube pillows from the game Portal, instead of having Still Alive stuck in my head, I've got (Do you wanna date my) Avatar from The Guild stuck in my head. And having theme songs to computer games or web series' about computer games stuck in your head is kinda sucky. Those buggers are cat-chy.

*Do you wanna know? Really?

GrrArgh

The stupid internet is refusing to work (it did at least first download me the new episode of castle) and because I'm on the cusp of phone service here on my bed, I should be fine to upload this text but not the pretty pictures I took. Which is a shame, because one of them featured half naked cowboys. Maybe tomorrow...

What I did today

What I did today:

If you click on it it should zoom to full size and you can play the "what fabric is that?" game. This is 3 of 8 tubs.

What I've decided to repost after a good three four hours of random internet trawling, that I did instead of getting a 4th tub:

If you are feeling bored or glum, I got them from this website. If you could magic into my brain the knowledge of where I've put my copy of Hunter S Thompson's Kingdom of Fear, I'd really appreciate it, cause I can't find it and I want to read it like, right right now, and I can't find it on the internet. If you want to share the song that's stuck in my head at the moment, here it is on youtube.

Want. Wantwantwantwantwant.

For whatever reason, all the websites that I use to download episodes of TV on the shifty as they air in the US instead of waiting for them to finally reach Australia seem to think I'm a spotty, nerdy boy living in my mother's basement. Adverts tell me all about virtual girls that want to dance on my desktop in their underwear, lots and lots of women think I live in Adelaide and keep asking me if there's any good things to do there. And apparently, Russian women are very very attracted to me. They will actively message me, and try to marry me, according to the ads.

Now obviously, I have no real need for virtual girls dancing on my desktop* and I don't live in Adelaide (though sometimes I feel like messaging them to tell them to go to The Woolshed) and although Tasmania is apparently about to legalise gay marriage, I neither want or need a Russian bride. What I both want and need though was the dress that one of them was wearing in one of the ads.

"Soulful" (their word, not mine) Russian Lady, if I marry you, I get half of that dress right? Please?

Would it be wrong to just lead her on till she tells me where she got it from? I'm not sure on the morals of dealing with Russian mail order brides and their wardrobes.

On a similar note, for anyone who has seen the new season opener of Castle, I want the leather jacket that Martha is wearing at the hospital. Really really badly.



*when I was younger, I not only had a sheep that ran around, but a tiny 30pixel square movie player that ran next to the clock. You would make your own movies in gif format and then play them in the corner. I made a 15 minute tetris loop. I had lots of spare time. This was on Windows 95. I wonder if you can get one for 7?

Bigpond, Bigpond, wherefore art thou, Bigpond?

The rapture didn't happen but the bigpond website is refusing to let me check my usage, and, in some ways I am like a broken record. Once I couldn't check my usage I got stuck, and I couldn't really do anything.

This month it's opposite to how it usually is. With 4 days to go, I was halfway through my usage. But that's okay, since at full speed I can use that 100gig in 2 days. So it's been full downloads ahead today, and even though I'm feeling like I'm doing well, I can't check. And if I can't check I don't know, and if I don't know a simple thing like my internet usage, how am I supposed to fathom the answers to the big questions? Like, what should I work on next?

It was fine when I had my set list of things to finish to get to number 50, but, well, I have finished it. There's still a list, and a big one at that. Five quilts that need backing, for starters. Two that are part done. I did spent 20 minutes sewing some of my neat stack of prettily coloured 10cm squares together, until I came to a green I was no longer sure about. So I stopped. It's yet another quilt for me, so I want to get it right.


If anything, I would say the return of my parents is what has gotten me the most off-kilter. I do love them of course, and my Mum is one of my favourite people in the world, but Dad has had 23 years of practice at irritating me and he's gotten really really good at it. He doesn't like the hours I keep, so instead of making good progress in the middle of the night, I make a point of doing everything in such a way as it looks like I'm packing up. It's difficult, and it makes me edgy. Helen would probably suggest moving out, but I like the fact that 90% of my income is disposable. How am I supposed to maintain a good fabric stash if I have to pay for silly things like rent and heating?


Speaking of fabric stash I have a very strong desire to buy a layer cake. Problem is, I don't like any recent and still reasonably priced ones. I don't even need a full one, so I'm considering one of the Riley Blake or Kaufman alternatives, but they're so much harder to find. Type "10 squares" into ebay, 90% of it's nothing to do with fabric. Makes me kinda cross.


This is probably how the rapture people are gunna feel. Or maybe it's not. #50 was not the end, I knew all along that once I did quilt 50, a whole world of quilting options would open back up. But I don't know which option to take. I had bought the fabrics for a couple more mini zigzag quilts just because I liked the fabrics, but I really don't feel like mindlessly churning something out after spending the last month churning out backs and quilting and binding - I want to do something new and interesting and exciting. My new quilt is in solids, and while I'm totally confident in saying which prints go together, I keep looking at my fabrics and going, that blue there, it's two shades too dark. It'll make the whole thing look like shit and then going fuck it - can't be bothered right now. It's overshot exciting into intimidating.


I'm probably in a rut. I'm stuck between a finish and a BnS ball. This time next week I'll be drunk off my nut trying to find me a cowboy. Or two. That, I'm hoping, will help.


In the meantime, Why has thou forsaken me, Bigpond?

A very chill take on the whole dumbing down thing.

I have yet to see a quilt design done in straight lines that I wouldn't be able to figure out how to do on my lonesome. Come up with it; maybe not, but reproduce?

It's all just math. It's measurements, and angles, and thinking about how all the little bits will fit inside the big bit. To me, it is as easy as breathing (by which I mean 80% of the year I'm fine, and the rest of the time I need some drugs to help me do it) but I get that this isn't the case for everyone. Some people feel the same way about something like cooking or gardening instead and those are two things I really, really can not do.

The thing is, I'm very good at seeing the angles. There was a line in Ocean's 12 where George Clooney is talking about how he went to the bank to discuss normal person things, but couldn't help seeing the angles, where the cameras were pointing, where the entrances and exits were. I'm like that. I like knowing where I can scratch my butt at work without security recording it. I like knowing what one little bit of wire I'd have to bend to open up the security cage at work. And, for the most part, I like being able to see, and work out for myself, the angles in other people's quilts. Usually just as a theoretical exercise, to prove to myself I can do it. And afterwards, sometimes I wonder to myself why people pay money for quilt patterns. In the same way I guess that George Clooney wonders why people have real jobs when they can spend their time hanging with Brad Pitt and Matt Damon and breaking into casinos.

But here's the thing. I think modern quilting is much less about the design. And much more about what you do with it.

Yes, there are now a million bajillion quilts out there that are technically just squares of fabric sewn together. And conceptually, the instructions "get some fabric, cut it into squares, mix'em all up and sew it back together" could result in some hideous, or at the very least, quite dull, quilts. But, usually, it doesn't. There's plenty of really really beautiful quilts out there made just on these instructions. My first quilt was, and like it or not, a lot of you probably first came to this blog after seeing it in the Blogger's Quilt Festival, which, when you have a look back through it, features lots and lots of really really beautiful quilts made with the instructions "get lots of little squares of fabric, and sew them together"

The difference then, is one of personalisation. Modern quilts don't have to be about the precision of the points or the intricacy of the design. They can be more about the quilter, what fabrics they like, what they want to put with what, what they want to point focus to and what they want to use to hold it all together.

All of the strict precision and skill comparison has been relegated to second place behind the expression within the choices of the design. These days, the beauty in a quilt is easier to find. We look at it. We can look at it in itty bitty thumbnail form, a hundred times too small to see that it has points, let alone whether or not they match up, and we can say to ourselves, "That is beautiful. That is a work of art. That makes my eyes happy, and it makes my heart happy" Then we can click on that little thumbnail. We can look at it close up, and appreciate the accuracy of the points, the way the quilting enhances the piecing. But we don't need to - if the point's don't match, or the quilting's a wee bit shoddy, that's no biggie.

We are looking at quilts half a world away, far too far to see the points, even if there's a high definition photo there to click on. It doesn't matter. I'm not going to dislike a quilt once I see some skew-whif points, or a little puckering in the quilting, not if I thought it was gorgeous before I noticed it's faults. My eyes have liked what they have seen, the blogger has told the story to warm my heart (if the story of someone creating something beautiful doesn't warm your metaphorical heart, I don't think you really "get" creating) and I have made up my mind. A quilt, no matter how simple the structure, says something about it's maker. It shows a vision. It is a window into it's creator's mind.

The most truly beautiful thing about modern quilting is that we are saying to ourselves "That is beautiful." We are not saying to ourselves something emotionless like "that is technically very impressive" - we care more about the beauty of creativity, about expressing ourselves in a way that is different, that is unique to us, in spite of any underlying similarities.

The lack of rules behind it means the world will never run out of interesting, evocative versions of the simple squares quilt. What the world needs though, is to stop seeing this as a bad thing. The same blank, commonplace A4 page that could potentially have been used to print boring documents could also have been used by a small child, awakening their creativity with a stick-person drawing of them and their dog. Would you tell them that it is not beautiful? That it indicative or their inexperience, that until they get the hang of something like perspective, they shouldn't be expecting any praise for their work.

A quilt of squares could be a starting point. An easy entrance to the world of quilting. Or, it could be a way to express yourself through your love of colours and fabrics, where the design is less important than how it all comes together. It can be a lot more fun than a carefully thought out piece, it can be a spontaneous celebration of your fabric stash,* that's carefree and influenced by nothing more than what you have and where your mood is taking you. It doesn't need much thought, and it can happen a lot more naturally, change more readily to impulses, than a design where every piece has it's place.

Yes, there is a place for intricately pieced, traditional quilting, and in much the same way that the trends of haute couture show up eventually in the local Kmart or Target (albeit in a much more practical fashion), so too in their way do clever little design bits and bobs from traditional, more complicated quilts find their way into the modern quilter's lexicon.

But I like my jeans and my checked shirts, okay? I like being different while being exactly the same**. It may be safe. It may at times be a wee bit boring. But it's very very me.


*That phrase best sums up how I feel about my first quilt.

** I find it amazing the number of middle class women now who are covered in tattoos and have odd piercings. Sometimes if feels like all I have to do is wait, and eventually they will all be covered in so much indistinguishable ink, that I will be the unique, interesting one because I'm completely bare. It's unrelated, but it's something I think about a fair bit. Similarly, sometimes I think I'm the only normal one and the rest of the world's gone crazy, but I may be wrong about this too. It's probably quite a common misconception.

*Shrug*

I really can't explain it, but I really haven't felt any urge to be online today. Probably a good thing, since it means I've quilted both the Mingle Newsprint Quilt and the Hawks quilt from the Two Tyred Tutorial. And I got the bindings sewn on, though I haven't done the other side yet. still, that's more finishing work than I've done in ages.

Just to confuse you all, my fave friday thing is over here.

It just keeps on coming...

So it's back to the grind. I started work at 2 today, but after 3 days of pre-9am wakings, I did a proper sleep in. Got up at 12. Had a shower. Got to the post office with just 20 minutes before work, having not yet had lunch.

There was three blue cards in the box. No actual mail, just 3 blue package cards.

Now I know I was expecting a pack from fabricshack.com, since I'm a complete sucker for their $7 postage. Their fabrics could be terribly overpriced, and I'd probably still go "yes, but fabricshop.com would charge me $45 to post that fabric" and I wouldn't even be lying to myself. There was a pack from ebay too, but I wan't expecting that one for a week or so, since Australia Post have really slowed lately - apparently it's customs holding everything up but I don't care, if you used to be able to get me my fabric from America in under a week, you should still be able to. It's just I no longer expect you actually will.

The third pack was a heap of Cocky's Circle books I bought on ebay for Maddy but had completely forgot about. This happens a lot to anything that isn't fabrics.

So, (not including the books) here's what I got.

First up is the binding/possibly part of the backing fabric for the Soiree Header Quilt.

It's actually from the range Summer Soiree, which has nothing to do with the actual Soiree line, in fact it's from a completely different manufacturer, it's just that it happens to have pretty much exactly the same colours. I've shown half the width of the fabric there - Those stripes are fat. This was an eBay one, and I bought the last 3 yards the guy had left.

The orange smudge and the purple smudge are from the eBay guy too, while the yellow and the pink are fabricshack.com. There's a yard of each. I'm buying a lot of solid pinks in the quest for the perfect one. That one's a Benartex.

These are half yards and no joke, the pink in this one (Bright Pink - Kona) is exactly the same shade. The brown spotty fabric and the blue and green geometric are eBay.

I got a half yard each of the second colourway of Nutmeg. I've got a project going in the first colourway which I need to make a back for soon. Not sure whether I'll use these for that or do a completely new project with them. But that's the joy of stashing, right?

More central park. More laying out and cooing. Half yards. I'm thinking I could maybe do the zigzag with prints instead of colours, but I'm not sure.

Of course, all of this is wonderful now that I've got to take them out and fold them how I like them and coo over them and take pretty pictures of them and show them off, but it wasn't as much fun at work this afternoon, knowing they were out in my car waiting to be looked at.

Because I was busy cooing I didn't make Kelsey's dinosaur/dragon toy tonight, but I have tomorrow off (Yay!) so that's my only plan.

Except for maybe some more cooing.

Jeez, have I really been awake that long?

My feet are killing me.

My boots are far and away my most comfortable shoes (since my only other shoes are my work shoes which are quite uncomfortable and a pair of $8 granny shoes from kmart that are like wearing socks with a cardboard insole) but putting them on at 6am and wearing them till 10pm is bound to make your feet ache a bit a huge bloody lot.

That said, I'm so hugely forgiving. Because they make me a million billion times cooler than I actually am. The way I feel about myself, the way I walk, the way I act is just, better. Especially in the city, strolling about in cowboy boots and my jeans, feeling awesome having done not absolutely nothing fashion-wise, while perfectly coiffed little fashion plates wandered past looking pouty and unhappy.

I'm just loving being me, and in the city I stand out a bit more as me. In the mount I'm just another happy girl in jeans and boots, today I was the ONLY happy looking girl in jeans and boots.

Very nice feeling. Good to be me.

So I came to the city to protest, and although I'm not totally au fait with regards to protest sizes, I haven't seen any on the news lately where the protesters couldn't fit on the pavement, and where they had 60 (yes, sixty) really big trucks with quite loud horns to back them up. There was much "what do we want"ing going on and I must admit to repeatedly thinking "for someone to give that poor man a butter menthol" because you couldn't really hear him at the end. But there was speeches and fist waving and quite a few TV crews, but we weren't in a very good spot because I'd been to the pub with the boys beforehand, and arrived from the wrong direction (ie, the direction of the pub). As you do.

Afterwards we went to Rundle Mall, and I of course went to Spotlight. I wasn't planning on getting anything much, since I'm trying to cut back till I get my room and stash sorted out. I left the store with absolutely nothing (I posted the previous post from my phone while waiting in line) because my pay doesn't go through till 6pm, and I only had about $50 left. I was planning on getting it all cut and put on layby so I could just pop in in the morning, and pick it up (I really don't mind paying the $2 layby fee) but they concluded that it would be easier to just leave my piles there and I could get them cut first thing. This of course is a massively bad idea, since I'll undoubtedly end up picking way more, and it's at about $90 already.

We decided to have a quick stop off at the casino before going out for tea, and because I'm a loser I immediately thought... ooh, that carpet pattern would make quite a nice quilt... but you're not allowed to use cameras in the casino and my surreptitious phone photo is hideously blurry. That's okay though, it was enough for me to draw it up in paint.

Those colours, while nasty, are roughly accurate. *shudder.* I have much prettier fabrics. What's more, it's two quite simple blocks.

I lost $2 on the pokies (I'm really not much into electronic gambling) but I think it was worth it. Patterns usually cost about $20 don't they?

After I insisted we go to my favourite restaurant in the whole wide world (Burnside Food and Wine Noodle Bistro) when we got there they were shut. Don't open Tuesdays (sob). But two shopfronts along is Royal Thai, and they're quite good too. Then, for reasons I don't entirely understand, we went to the Pancake Kitchen for dessert as well. Not only are my feet swollen, but my belly very muchly is too.

So tomorrow, me and my bitchin' new shirt* (excuse the mirror photo)...

...have to head back to Spotlight and get that fabric, and maybe see if we can find something in lime green for tomorrow's protest. This is a little one for the Flinders Uni Eating Disorder clinic, and I was gunna wear my fab green stripey jumper, but it might be warm again.

I wish my bitchin' shirt came in green.


*just so everyone hates me, it's a kids 12. Normally I go a 14 or a 16, but it was the biggest they had, and it was so bitchin', I couldn't not get it. Thus the top buttons not being done/doing up. But that makes it look even more bitchin'

P.S. I just want to give some thanks to my emergency internet connection, formerly of the box-of-everything in my car. Couldn't have done it without you buddy.

P.P.S. Helen, unless you let me know that you want more, I'll get you two metres of the bird fabric okay? They still have a heap left up here.

Why do people not stop me?

You know what I really need to learn how to do? I need to learn to not go onto youtube. Because it's after 3am now, and I've done nothing but watch videos for the last 2 hours.

What's worse, they're all quite short. I'm fairly sure, not that I've ever loaded anything on youtube, but I think there's a 10 minute max, which means that when you're watching it you can't really do anything productive, because you've got to click on a new video almost straight away. So although I was fairly productive till about 1am, as soon as I ran out of Time Team and got onto the internets, production pretty much ceased.

Buuuut, if I'm honest, I didn't mind. Because, really, straight line quilting is bloody boring. Still, I've realised that my work in progresses are fast becoming unfinished items, and maybe I should start turning all my lovely tops into quilts. Bob's quilt had a back and was all basted already, and I went into Spotlight to try to find a backing fabric for the new one but couldn't find one, but I did find a heap of sheetings for $3p/m, one of which went quite nicely with my second-last of 2010 so I basted that and got quilting on that too. Neither of them are finished, because that would be obvious and straightforward; instead I've done about half of each. But still, that's pretty good progress.

The other thing I got done today was the finishing off of my Newsprint Mingle quilt top.

When I planned it, I was gunna do it with a regular pattern repeat, but then I didn't like the balance so I've tried to even it out more. The fact that most of the stripey ones are across the middle is less obvious in real life; it's the brighter red that pops the most, and that's the one I've concentrated the most on spacing.

The handy thing about this is that the only points that match are the ones of the big blocks (well, in the middle of the all wonk block too, but they don't count) so there were no wonk-to-wonk points that I had to match up, as that was my big struggle with the last mingle quilt. I've still got 4 mingle bundles left, two each of the blue-orange-brown (what I used for the first one) and the purple-green-brown, so I'm not done with the fabrics yet, but this one's all done.

Unless I decide to give it a border. I've never given a quilt a border before, but all my trimming meant it ended up quite a bit smaller than expected (about 110 by 130) so this might be my first time.

Freelance Internet Wrangler...

So my sisters were on A Current Affair tonight. Becky trying not to show her underwear and Casey snogging some dude with dreadlocks. Of course, the ACA website wont let you save it, but nor will it let people outside of Australia watch it. As the freelance internet wrangler (I'm not sure why) I've been asked to please get it, so that the rellies in England can see, and we can have it on DVD as well. I've found a program that can do it, but of course the demo wont let me download the whole thing, and most of the free versions I've found have viruses. I'll get there eventually, but the only worry is that I start at 11 in the morning. I've been going for 2 hours now, and have half of it. Wish me luck.