Okay, so I crumbled like old cheese. Bloody Sunspun. Bloody house guests. Bloody quilting. Now it is a question of - am I game enough to tackle the sewing machine? (it is old and temperamental) or am I game enough to tackle the hand stitching? (the same thing could be said of me). I am thinking log cabin thoughts.
Yup, I totally caved.
I didn't last long.
