Got in some sewing time and was able to assemble this part of my Soho Chic Ziggurat quilt! This is how it photographs under the fluorescent lights in my basement...
and here it is on the floor of my living room next to the big picture window. I had hoped for more natural light but as soon as I was ready to take this picture the sun went behind the clouds.
That background is so hard to capture. I called it acid pea green the other day. It some light it looks more mustard-y and in other light it looks more chartreuse. It does look good up in the living room which is where it will reside once I get it done.
Another look a the background in different locations - here is the basement...
and here it is in the living room.
As the cliche goes, it is what it is, and I'm good with that. Now to measure and get the borders on. Perhaps a project for after dinner. I need to work on something that will go more smoothly than this day has gone.
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Warning - rant of tired mom ahead...feel free to exit now. Okay, I think a lot of you know that I have an adult son with Aspergers. He's pretty high functioning in some areas but as most people with autism his skill set is uneven. In fact if I had to describe him in one word "uneven" would be at the top of the list. College classes started Monday and he takes a couple of classes each semester. He attends the class and then I add a lot of time, attention and hand holding at home for him to complete the work. Monday started okay, Tuesday wasn't bad, but today the wheels got loose on the cart. He totally misread what the homework assignment was for his class today. In fairness, he said that at least a third of the class misread it too. I looked it over again as I did when he was doing the homework, and I still would have interpreted it the same way my son did. This makes me annoyed that this instructor, of an English Composition class, didn't write a clearer description of the assignment and wouldn't give him any credit for the work he did do.
Now, you're probably thinking this isn't a big deal, but it is for him. He has now started off on the wrong foot. He has blown the first assignment of the entire semester. It is easier to build success on success than on failure. He doesn't have a ton of confidence in his abilities and navigating these classes is a struggle for him. I know that the instructor has no clue about this, nor would I expect her to. This is our problem, but at the moment I'm tired of fighting these battles. It is one of those days when I question why we are doing what we are doing and I know there isn't a definitive answer. I remind myself, as I remind my son, things will look better tomorrow or the day after and right now I'm looking forward to Friday.
Gonna go sew at bit -