The morning after the night before

Non-stop rain (well at least it feels like it) has kept me in the house a lot this week. Apart from first thing when I get ritually soaked taking the kids to school. I do have an umbrella, but despite my finely honed multi-tasking skills, it is pretty much impossible to carry one and be the kid's sherpa. Swimming bags, PE bags, water bottles, crepe paper covered shoe boxes containing seagulls made from stones. There is no space in my hands for an umbrella. So I have become a little obsessed by owning a rain cape that will cover me from head down to the tops of my wellies. Look, I have found one;

rain cape

Look how it covers almost everything that the wellies don't. Perfect. I won't look this glamorous though as in reality I am quite disgusting*.

Stuck in because of the rain I found a rare opportunity for some day time sewing. I am progressing slowly on the rogue hexagon quilt. I settled myself into the sofa with the cat, my other quilt to keep me warm, and dared to turn on the TV. I've never watched daytime TV since I started working at home full time. I'm a little wary it will escalate and before I know it, Jeremy Kyle will be on daily and I won't make it out of my PJ's. (Perhaps my rain cape would hide these on the school run so that I don't end up in the Daily Mail.)

To my joy, I stumbled across an old episode of ER, right from the opening titles. Back in the days where Green was alive, Carter was bumbling, Benton was grumpy and Clooney was the original McDreamy. I have a weakness for medical dramas, especially ER which I still haven't quite forgiven for ending as nothing is nearly as good. So I had a happy hour sewing hexagons and watching/listening to medical stuff I don't really understand. I still have a number of rogue hexagons appearing, I have no idea how or why, but I am keeping a close eye on them and sewing them into submission.

My love of medical dramas is ironic considering I am the most squeamish person ever. Fast forward an hour to find me lying on the doctors table, feet elevated by a kindly nurse as I nearly passed out having a minor blip removed from my head. I used my Frankenstein head to great effect when I got home, scaring the kids and wrangling another hour of sewing infront of the TV. So in all, I have made some good progress on the quilt.

I am aiming to make it as big as my daughter's gathering flowers quilt, it seems fair. I want to finish the top soon as I would like to get started on Hazel when she arrives. I am waiting for this extra wide Moda backing, I think the grey dots will be perfect. I still have most of the fabrics used for this quilt here. But this, this or this would make wonderful additions.

Fast forward to the next morning and my son continues to be fascinated by my Frankenstein head. However I have managed to brush my hair to hide it and he asks me why I have done this, making the suggestion 'Is it to make you look less disgusting*?' Thanks love.