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
