Last night I tucked the kidlets into bed and plonked a pile of fabric on the dining room table. When I woke this morning this is what had become of them!! In about ten minutes I am going to need a Nana nap and then I am going to open a box marked "unfinished project". Why is it that you can loose yourself in a pile fabric, become possessed by some kind of sewing spirit and produce a delicious quilt, but then stare un-enthused at the box of unfinished?
Maybe I will leave the unfinished box and make some bunting's from my leftover citrus scraps :)