So last Christmas I managed to get my finger into my sewing machine and punched a hole straight through my index finder with it.  It hurt like a bastard, scared the bejeesus out of me, and ended with a tetanus shot.  I’ve been hesitant to sew since then, since I seem to have developed an irrational conviction that my sewing machine is merely lying in wait for the next opportunity to sew me.  But today I got back on the horse!  Here is the start of a quilt top I’m putting together.  It’s a very simple pattern in soothing colours, intended for curling up on the couch and reading with:

Here is another view, this time on the Poang ottoman:

So it’s not very far along, but I’m rather pleased with it.  Although it does occur to me that it’s really bland and vanilla colours, which is interested because my apartment is oatmeal coloured, which I often complain about.  I used to blame my landlord for it based on the paint in this place, but maybe I have more to do with it than I’ve acknowledged.  Hmm.