With the completion of the Mod Sampler quilt, I needed another project ASAP. What makes more sense than starting a hand peiced hexagon quilt?

At what point do I just admit it? I'm insane. A queen sized quilt, pieced by hand,is the utmost in crazy making. And also, it may be making my hands hurt. It won't stop me, though. I'm dedicated to my insanity. On top of that, I've had a number of baby blankets that I've been working on, because people keep getting knocked up and popping out kids. The first one is for a little boy that was born a while back; I haven't wanted to rush them and demand that they hand over their baby immediately for sniffing (I love the way a baby smells. I can't help it.), so we haven't met him yet. However, their lives are returning to some idea of normal, so I knocked this little gem out as a "Welcome to the World" present. 

And the next one is a gift for the guy who sold us our house. I know, right? It's like I'm looking for any excuse to fire up the sewing machine and stitch two available pieces of fabric together. But the truth is that while he was a nice sales guy, my husband has been playing a lot of online Call Of Duty with him, and he's a genuinely nice person. This is their fifth child (HOLY CRAP, GET SOME CABLE, PEOPLE), and I firmly believe that every baby needs a hand sewn baby quilt. It's a basic right, folks – air, water, and baby blanket upon popping out of the womb. 

I haven't even started on the blankets for the babies that are in progress; every couple of weeks, someone else announces that they are pregnant, I swear to Heaven above. All of these recession babies are keeping me and my sewing machine busy. It's a damn good thing that all of my yarn is buried in the depths of our storage unit, because I couldn't knit even if I damn well wanted to. 

I may have also attempted sewing a top for myself, but we're going to pretend that didn't actually happen, mmmkay?

And finally, The Husband's quilt is in progress. Strips are being cut out, and I've convinced him that a simple pattern is required, as opposed to some busy nightmare that would never get quilting because BEJEEZUS, there is no way I want to do something fancy with a quilt that large. I just tried my first free motion quilting last week on two fat quarters from my stash, and it looked like a rabbid ferret on a coke bender decided to make sweet, sweet love to my quilting stash. In other words, IT SUCKED. So I quickly slapped a binding on it and handed it off to my daughter as a doll quilt, because hey, she's two; she doesn't give a happy damn if my quilting stitches were uneven and crossed over each other. She's just excited to have a tiny blanket to cover up the world's ugliest doll (I am NOT KIDDING on this, she loves it and takes it everywhere and even got mustard on it when she was trying to feed it). I totally pawned off my quilting mistakes as a special gift for my daughter; do you see how I did that? Lemonade from lemons, baby. That's me.