I saw a multiplication chart at the dollar store, but Emma said the graphics where for little kids and she’d rather make her own. So she picked out blue bristol board and I measured & drew and sectioned it all off. Today she’s writing in her times tables bit by bit.
“I’m gonna forget this you know,” she said. “That’s why I’m getting you to write it down,” I said.
Then she was telling me all about the eleven times tables. two and three times tables are “hard”, ten eleven and twelve is easy. (they have songs). Also, she knows them, she just forgets she knows them.
Speaking of multiplying, while lunch was cooking I assembled some pieces from my stash to make a quilt I’ve wanted to. I haven’t even tried to keep up with counting how many now. All I know is I bought this one book for the quilt on the cover and now I have the fabrics selected to make it. Including enough for the back. It will be large square blocks with a smaller square in it, all in greens and browns, with a touch of red.
I *love* picking the fabrics, cutting them out and sewing the tops.
I *like* machine quilting them, if I have the proper setup and space. right now I don’t so it’s frustrating. And not just for me. :-/ There’s a local shop that will do machine quilting, but it starts at $150 for a twin and goes up from there, plus makes it look like the quilt was store bought, which to me defeats the purpose of making a quilt in the first place.
I don’t have a day where I can spend the whole time sewing, and I especially don’t have another day to spend cleaning out a room and organizing crap so I can have more space in a quieter non-central area to actually make some sort of progress on the mountainous pile glaring at me.
But playing in my fabric kinda sorta helps. A little.