The star blocks are gone and so is my brain. While I was taking out the sashing, I stabbed myself with a seam ripper this morning. Luckily, I was in the doctor's office so they had band aids right there. That's the sashing, which I realized as I was staring at it, was leftover fabric from probably the first maternity garment I sewed for myself in 1966: a sleeveless tent of some sort to get me through the summer. Ten years later, the excess finally got used in this quilt top.
I thought I had eight more blocks, I actually had ten - so everybody who asked for one (even if I thought I was out) will get one. I sent you an e-mail with the guidelines, just so you wouldn't have to keep going back to yesterday's post.
It is ungodly late, so I will just show you that the block wasn't quite as architectural by the time I sewed it together.
Right now, it's on my wall, turned on its side.
I am going to turn on my side, too, since it is 2:30 a.m. This one hour thing is really messing me up - and I have an early meeting tomorrow. I used to go to sleep at 10:00 every night, even in college. How times change -- or how time changes.