It's My House, Right?
I, ok we, have a long hallway in our house that goes from the living room down to the bathroom and has the three bedrooms on the north side. The bedroom at the far end is my sewing room. The south wall is really a nice long, blank wall. The other day I needed to arrange the Hidden Spools blocks I've finished into a flimsy and to tell the truth didn't want to move the coffee table and vacuum the carpet to lay it out on the living floor. That is my usual mode of operation. The table which is really a foot locker type trunk full of vhs tapes that need to be sorted and donated is very heavy. As I was coming out of the sewing room, it hit me!!! HERE IS THIS WONDERFUL BLANK WALL CRYING OUT..."Design on me!!" So I did. The flimsy went together so wonderfully. Then so did a bow tie flimsy and then a pink 9P baby quilt. Then I ran across some bonus blocks so hung them all down a little ways so that I could get an inspiration for making them into a quilt. Everytime I go down the hall I get a little thrill seeing these things I am creating. But I also have a little twinge of guilt that my hall is my design wall. But hey, it's my house, isn't it?