I'm resisting turning this into a vent site. I haven't yet figured out if there's a way to block specific eyes from these pages, or if I even want to. It seems a little disingenuous to give myself a space to be completely honest, and then censor those with whom I share that honesty. Homework time.
Until this past February, I had a huge drafty, loud sewing studio space that I rented for a song, with the understanding that I'd be turfed with little notice if someone willing to pay market-ish rent appeared. He did, and I was. :( A couple of weeks ago I finally picked my pouty lip off the floor and set myself up a space in Tori's old room. I have a window and a table and a chair and a couple of quilts waiting to be finished. Now all I need is time and some cooler temps.
And then there's this one. This troublesome one. It was not planned, it demanded my attention. It kept pulling me away from what I was doing to work on it. It just had to be, and it had to be BIG. Who's it for? Dunno. Not me, I know that. I have a nephew turning 16 next year, but I don't think it's for him either. Maybe when it's done, I'll know. But before I get to either of these, I have this.

That centre, though, deserved more than just an all over random finish, so it got this. I'm pretty pleased, but don't look too close.
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