I started to think about a rag rug. Very much inspired by Jodie's rag-a-long, I began contemplating methods and shapes and colour combinations. It took everything I had to stop myself from pulling down some floral sheets and ripping them into strips. It took almost more than I had to stop myself from doing a google search into ways of stitching the long braids together and a pinterest search for some rag rug eye candy.
But I succeeded. The rag rug will wait.
But the dress could not.
We came back from the beach and I made a dress.
An ugly sheet, just to get the pattern right, dress. But a dress none-the-less.
Not a few rows of the blanket.
And just like that the blanket has been neatly folded and popped on the shelf. A WIP (work in progress).
Hopefully I'll pick it up again soon.
I'm fascinated by that moment though. The exact minute when your current crush becomes yesterday's news. When your mind wanders. When something better comes along.
Is it inevitable in a slow burn project? If you rush and hurry can you beat it? Cheat it? I wonder.
Do you know what I'm talking about? Does this happen to you in your patch-working/novel writing/scrap booking/mosaicing/embroidering? Do you go back? Is there hope for the granny queen?