...is what my new name should be. I was cutting more pieces for the block below. I tend to be a little ambidextrous when it comes to cutting fabric. My right hand will tire faster, but it's very useful when you have that little wobbly sliver end to trim off before you can start cutting your pieces. Well, I managed to cut myself when I was transferring the rotary cutter from my right hand to my left. My absolute very first though was "don't get blood on the fabric or mat!" My mom was the exact same way when she cut her finger when wallpapering... must not get it on the wallpaper! I rush out of the room to get a paper towel and then a few seconds later the pain really started to hit me and left me in tears.
While this is my worse rotary cut ever, it's not very deep, about 1/3rd of an inch long. Lots of blood (compare to my usual pinpricks!), but I didn't think a photo of the bloody paper towel would be appealing. :P So instead, witness a block of the quilt I'm currently making:
It was just one of those pattern ideas that popped into my head and I just had to see how it would transfer from paper to fabric. So far, so good! :)
That's one thing I love about quilting; ideas can pop into my head, I can write or etch them out, do the math to figure out the pieces, sew it up and actually get what I was thinking. It kinda astounds me because I couldn't draw decently if my life depended on it! Even my quilt drawings are pretty wonky, but they can turn into a beautiful design with fabric.
The good news is that fingers heal, the quilt will outlast the owie and now I'm off to sew some more blocks before heading to bed. :)