The Worst Month of the Year

I hereby declare that January is officially The Worst Month of the Year.  Does anyone even LIKE January?  I mean, what does January have to show for itself?  Granted, some of my favorite people have birthdays in January (love you, Dad!)... but come on.  Around here, January is dark.  It's cold.  It's dark.  The soil is devoid of life.  There may be snow, but chances are it's all brown and nasty.  And it's dark.  Where is the sunlight??

I've been spending as much time as possible in my sewing room, which is the sunniest room in the house, obsessing working on my I-Spy quilt.  It's coming along nicely!  And my 25-blocks-per-week goal?  So far I've blown that one out of the water.  85 completed so far!!  And dozens and dozens more borders are already cut out!  I went through all my scrap bins that are sorted by color, and have already pressed and cut out as many borders from them as possible.  I have lots more scraps to go through (the unorganized ones), and plan to do that as soon as the ones that are already cut are sewn together.

All these hundreds of itty-bitty blocks are going to be made into a queen-size quilt for MY bed. When I was growing up, my parents' bed was an impromptu gathering place for hanging out and conversation. I want mine to be the same -- so I'm hoping that having an I-spy quilt on MY bed will encourage some fun and conversation!

I hope I can stick with my current pace and finish the thing -- sooner rather than later!