rose quilt – Page 3 – Deborah Makarios

November 25, 2017

Gargoyle Chip Report XV

Scary looking chappie, isn’t he?

My own gargoyle is still looking a little spiky in places where the pins still lurk, but those places do dwindle. Just the other night, when tempted to blob in a chair and watch a DVD with nothing for my hands to do, I thought of this very report and chipped away a little more.
So thank you for the encouragement.

How are things with your gargoyles? It’s a tricky time of year, when people start doing all the social things they know they won’t be able to fit in come December, but keep chipping away, no matter how small your chips. You’ll get there.

November 18, 2017

Gargoyle Chip Report XIV

I have made a tiny amount of progress on the rose quilt. Alas, very little, in the grand scheme of things.

Is it just me, or is this ‘ere gargoyle the Cheshire-Cat, halfway through a disappear? There’s a good gargoyley lesson: keep smiling, whatever else disappears (e.g. the rest of the year).

But given all the other crazy that’s been going on around here (remind me to tell you the Saga of the Dripping Tap sometime) I’m not planning on beating myself up about my lack of astounding progress.

In fact, I might take the tap as another lesson for the week: if you keep on making your tiny drops of progress, it’ll all add up and eventually something will happen. Although hopefully it won’t be someone taking my head off with a screwdriver and pliers.

How about you?

November 4, 2017

Gargoyle Chip Report XIII

Anyone else wondering where the year went? Well, we have another eight weeks before we run out, at any rate.

But I doubt that will be enough time to finish the rose quilt, alas. Particularly at the rate I am currently going, i.e. ridiculously slow. Partly due to tiredness, probably partly due to a lack of self-discipline, and largely due to the horde of other things that have all decided to descend upon me at present.

But happily, I can always take a fresh look at my motivation and start again.

Any progress with your gargoyles? Or has life leapt upon you from a great height as well?