I quite enjoyed spending this weekend quietly inside, pottering away and cutting out my new quilt, but wheeeeee! All those various computations of black and white can sure give a girl a bad case of vertigo. Combine the dizzy feeling that came about from looking at the patterns too much with the ickyness of spending a couple of hours bending down from the floor then back up to the table, floor to table, arranging, rearranging etc and guess, just guess what you end up with? A headache. A quilt induced headache, nonetheless. Whodathunkit? They should come with nifty little signs: Beware of the quilt. This quilt may be a health hazard!
Still, it's going to look at treat when I sew it up (I hope). And with all that crazy patterning going on, I won't have a hope in hell of discovering if Grumbles has been jumping on the bed via the tell tale footprints. Who could find them amongst all that vividness?