I don’t know how many more porch-sitting days we’ll get this summer, but I never stop hoping for at least one more. (Today isn’t one of those days, though. It’s pretty gloomy out there this morning. Maybe later, though, right? I’m making some lemonade, just in case.)
I finished this pillow cover today, after what felt like a hundred million years of hand sewing, and believe me, I am not one to shy away from a long-term project, nor a lot of hand sewing, either. I don’t know what it is about these hexagons that makes me love them—and also hate them—quite so much. And I don’t know what can make them take so loooooong. They are so much fun, but they’re so ennervating. They’re enchanting, but frustrating. They’re dear, but they are still there, after a week of sewing. I don’t know what to make of it.
I’m also not sure what possessed me to make this pillow cover (yes I do) especially when I already had this:
…which I made two years ago, on a machine, in about an hour. How different are they, really?
Wait, I see it. Yes, the hexagon one is definitely great. I get it! Can you believe I didn’t get it until it was done, until I looked at the two of them together? The whole time I was sewing, and love/hating the hexagons, I was thinking, “Why am I doing this? I already have a pillow that looks just like this!” I see now. I do have a boundless love for anything patchworky, and this falls right into that category, so therefore I couldn’t help myself, and now I’m glad.