I just starched and ironed three yards of fabric, then measured out the length of sashing I would need between my Wild Goose Chase strips on a table that is 67" long. I needed 83" sashing strips, so I measured out what I thought was TWO lengths of 10" beyond the edge of the table. Then I cut the excess of the end of the cloth and cut seven sashing strips.
How on earth did I manage to measure just ONE length of 10" beyond the edge of the table? The sashing strips are several inches too short. I wasn't interrupted, as far as I can recall. I always measure twice, and I seem to recall doing so this time, but I apparently did the wrong measure the second time and just went with that without noticing the difference from the first measure, without bothering the chalk-mark where to start cutting. WHAT WAS I THINKING?
You know, it's moments like this I feel like an idiot and want to just put quilting aside for a week or four. Especially as this is a quilt on commission. That's three yards of material wasted in the course of a few minutes and a few strokes of the rotary cutter. But I'm behind on these commissioned quilts and need to get my gumption back in gear and get on with it. I have plenty of the fabric on hand (intended for the backing, binding, and borders), so I could continue tonight, except my back is shot for the day from ironing and cutting.
So I guess I'll just quit for tonight and try to prepare myself to get up and get on with it tomorrow. I have been really depressed lately (a chronic problem for me). I don't need this. Quiltmaking is usually such a pleasure; I think the setbacks are all the more disheartening for having the pleasure taken away.
I know you understand. I could use some encouraging words, if you could spare them.
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