My fear of foundation patchwork was confronted this morning. I had a go once before, and succeeded in making a teacosy before chickening out again. Last week my computer printer jammed solid and was taken off to the nice repair man in town, so no new printing of foundation blocks was possible, but four printed blocks have been staring accusingly at me for long enough.
The scrap bin yelled at me: use us. The next step was an unmitigated disaster For non quilters, I should explain that the stitching is done on the paper side, so bumfles (a lovely Scottish word) are only too frequent. I loathe unpicking, but cussedness set in and I had another go: At this point, Jock shouted “tea’s up” so the struggle was abandoned for another day. Watch this space.