So, I waited. A few days. My barn Chick co-workers and I all caught this rag hexagon bug so we all took turns at the giant fabric cutter and cranked out hexagons.
But then I washed it. Miracles happen when you first wash a quilt and this rag quilt turned out pretty good. All wavy lines were no longer visable.
I would make this quilt again. I would use a fabric glue stick instead of spray adhesive next time.
I like it so much I was able to hang it (high) at The Quilt Barn and not be ashamed.
April was the one year mark for my divorce. I've dated a bit and have a date this week. A second date. I am freaked out. I thought I was past thinking about first kisses (what date does that happen on?) and all that nerve wracking stuff. Egads, my heart beat picked up just typing that.
What do I wear? Don't forget to shave your legs (guys don't like hairy legs yet do they?). Hair up, hair down. Where to go, do I pay? And of course I have kids now so that whole arena make me queasy.
Divorced certainly is not how I pictured myself at this age but it is kind of exciting. This time last year I vowed no dating or marriage ever again. I might be changing my mind. About the dating part anyway.