I'm feeling depressed about the new project I threw myself into this week.
It's not the pattern. I love the pattern (High Five from Sunday Morning Quilts). I love the colors. I absolutely love each individual block.
So much fabric goodness. So many fond memories of past projects.
None of that is depressing. What's depressing is that after a week and a half of focused, daily sewing and of ignoring housework and telling the children to go ask daddy, I have 60 completed 5 inch blocks. 60 out of the 300 or so I'll need for a decent sized quilt. 300! That means, even if I keep up this pace (which we all know I can't) I'll spend the next 4 weeks just making blocks for this quilt. My last quilt was started and finished in a week. The quilt before that was 10 days. It just seems so daunting by comparison. I guess I just have to keep reminding myself that it's not a race. And that Christmas is a long time away. So, I should just slow down and enjoy the process. Yeah, that'll work.
The other depressing thing? That's sixty blocks, all with red scraps. And is there any visible dent in my pile of red scraps? Not one bit.