Been a while since bobbin chicken made it to bare plastic. Took a day to sit with it in silence. Still seething. Sometimes evil is the only word that fits.
Pooped, but the blocks are sashed. Still not sure how I feel about the reds. The Alizarin crimson works, but the other two are so much warmer. Should have brought samples of all the blues to the shop with me, but probably would have been suckered in by the grunge anyway.
I knew they were gonna pop, but did not consider the ick factor that comes with them being the focal point. Something to consider for future projects; too late on this one. This one is going to need to compensate with quilting. maybe applique.
