Finally, Some Sewing

I haven't stitched an inch since well before the move.  I've embroidered some, which is its own pleasure, but not the same for me as taking fabric and making it into something.

Last night, in particular, I was going to be missing one of the local guild meetings.  Again.  This time because Wonderful Husband is in San Francisco at a conference.  So maybe I'd just hit my tipping point of enough, because I plugged in the machine, pulled out the box of fabric that came to the apartment with us, and dug out one of the two projects in it, which is foundation-pieced 8.5" string blocks.

I was doing them as part of the Rainbow Scrap Challenge, so I had sorted out all my green strings into a ziploc back in early March.  And fortunately my box of thread had ended up at the apartment as well!  So I threaded up the machine and set to sewing as I could and as little boys allowed.

So far, four green string blocks!

And when I finish them, I will only be two months behind on the RSC (blue and orange, apparently).  I wonder if the rest of my strings are maybe in one of the semi-accessible boxes at the front of the storage unit....

Kissing Frogs

According to my dad, house-hunting is like a fairy tale.  You kiss an awful lot of frogs before you find a prince(ss).

He's not wrong.

Our tally so far: weird layout; structural damage; too far away; weird layout; structural damage.  Plus two that accepted other offers the day we were to go look at them, and one (foreclosure) where the (bank) owner didn't respond to our realtor for an entire week, so we never got to see it.