For the last month or more, I have been working on a quilt. The top is made up of sixteen million gazillion strips of fabric from 3/4 of an inch wide to 2 inches wide.
The are different colors.
I spent WEEKS making it go gradually from burgundy to yellow in color. A gradual, slooooow change. Made it seem natural.
Weeks and weeks. I set it out on the bed to look at it and make sure it was right, and finally, the other day, I moved it into the sewing room to put it together.
This morning, my children, even after I had told them yesterday how important it was not to touch, decided to play tornado or some other such shit.
The pieces are everywhere.
I'm not sure when I have been this mad before in my life.