You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off you

I've whipped up ANOTHER patchwork blanket.  I know!  I can't help myself.

One blanket after another.  When will it end?

I'm like a patchworking whirling dervish.

You can call me the Pontiff of Patchwork - and I ain't resignin' ....

...........Where was I?  Aah yes.  My latest patchwork blanket.  The thing about vintage sheets is I can't decide whether I like the candy stripe best:

even if it's creased to buggery

Or the flowery:

The candy stripe or the flowery.  *Sigh* decisions, decisions.... 



You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much


Well, I've only gone and combined the two.

 

At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive



 Patchwork flower power with a candystripe backing.

You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

 I've used a thicker wadding than I've used before and it's a bit like a duvet - all snuggly and cuddly.

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare

  

 I want to bury my head in it and squeal for joy.  As any right thinking woman would.

The sight of you leaves me weak

 Life could not get any better.

 

There are no words left to speak

Take it away, Andy......

Not feeling the love

You know how it is when you're making something (hark at me pretending to be some sort of arty, crafty, makey person) and then part way through, you look at it and you realise that you just don't feel the love? 

This was how I felt with my latest patchwork project (I know, I'm patchwork obsessed, I can't help it):  a patchwork blanket for a friend of mine. 

Only I can't show you my beautifully styled photos *er hem* because my darling daughter deleted ALL the photos on MY camera.  Every. Single.  Last.  One. Of.  Them.   Deleted them to make room for some half-witted video she made with friends.  I'm a bit cross.

And my friend has swanned off home with the blankie, as she is most entitled to do, and I've got nothing to show you all (Mr J and P is saying that he bets that there's a collective sigh of relief across blogland.  Rude). 

I was going to tell you that I was not feeling the love for the blankie but then once I'd put on the plain light blue backing, which was formerly a duvet cover, the whole thing came together and it looked really rather good and I did feel the love for it (which is something I'm not feeling, at this moment, for Little Miss and Mr J and P.......). 

It's great when it all goes well for you in the end........  How unlike the pompom wreath that I made many moons ago which I found recently - discarded and gathering dust under the bed.  Dear readers, it was not my finest hour.

Recognise it?  Yep, it's my header.

I'd almost nearly finished the thing before abandoning it in disgust.

I can't decide what I dislike about it most.  The colour combo is bleurgh, the pompoms are not the best *shudder*.   What the heck was I thinking of?  No, I am most definitely not feeling the love.

I am, however, feeling the love, big time,  for these beautiful cards that Kylie made and sent to little old me:.

 

She made them from pages from an old Ladybird book. Isn't she clever?


I love the stitched border:

The Queen of teatowels also sent me this very regal looking tt.

Thank you so much, Kylie.

 

Have you ever made anything that you instantly thought "What the heck was I thinking of?".  Do tell - you know you want to.

 

Big love. xx