Some days I’m so efficient I freak me out. Dropped girlchild at art class, picked up puppy (who now weighs 50+ pounds, a full 15 pounds more than my dog), made tea, prepped dinner, and popped it in the oven. Went back to art class, picked up girlchild, am now home with 5 minutes until dinner’s ready. Wow.
And I finished tracing the one thousandth one hundredth and twenty first piece of Wonder Under at about 11:15 PM on Monday night. My goal was Tuesday night. Boo ya.
Here it is, all laid out (minus one length, which I had already cut out).

That’s about 9 yards of Wonder Under that I now need to cut out. Yikes.

Actually, as of last night, this box is full and I only (ONLY) have another 6 yards to go. Double yikes. Looks like I may meet my goal on the first quilt, anyway. I need a plan for the second one. Like yesterday.
I’m figuring 12 hours plus to pick out fabrics, and I want it done before I leave for Vegas…which would be fine, if I didn’t have 17 soccer games, a work evaluation, and 32 meetings to go to before that time. Minor issue.
I will go buy background fabric Saturday between soccer games (ooh. A fabric store…danger danger.). Meanwhile, the random parts of my brain that aren’t involved in cooking, organization, or work are now coloring in all the different versions of this piece in my head. Hopefully they’ll be done sometime in the next week, so I can pick a color or ten.
Soccer this weekend involved mud.

Not a lot of it. But enough. Note the painted two-tone toenails. Oh yeah. That’s my girl. And she’s stealing my nail polish (which I never ever wear any more). She is probably the only girl at her school with turquoise toenails (the previous color).
The boychild managed a couple of headers…

and my photos are all blurry. The girlchild had a random game…very inconsistent.

Though they tied, unlike the boychild’s loss. The season is not a great one. Lots of inconsistency on both teams, and the girlchild herself is obviously feeling the strain of 7th grade. She loves the game, but I think having a coach that quit and having to deal with a new coach, who is female, has been hard on her. I think it’s GOOD for her to have a female coach, don’t get me wrong, but she doesn’t know how to deal with criticism well…so we’ve been working on that. Typical of the age…
According to mom, the beaded pink dress in the previous post was HER mother’s, my grandmother’s. OK. Even more reason to hold on to it, I guess. Grandma (my mom) made a run to local thrift shops to find the girlchild a girly girl dress and (I believe) succeeded, but now because Grandma and I made the mistake of telling her how CUTE she looked in it (and I rarely use that word), she’s stomping around telling us it makes her look FAT. Holy god. I hate that middle-school/high-school girl crap. She’s not fat. She’s not a stick either. Grr. Being a girl can really suck.
So I think she’s a pirate wench now. And the boychild is NOT a Twilight fanboy, but a vampire. OK. Gone are the days when I have time to think about and sew costumes. And when I’m writing posts like this one, which has been interrupted by dinner, dishes, math homework, phone calls from teen girls, printing photos for teen girls, and WordPress crashing…this is what the kitten does.

Man, does she have it easy. (and yes, my keyboard is THAT dirty.)
Off to Wonder Under Land.