Fussy cut clowns. I never heard the term "fussy cut" at the time. Had it even been coined yet in 1990 the year after John was born, the year John was born? The blocks are coming together pretty fast, I don't  piece on it more than about 45 minutes a day, I tend to spend the larger amount of my sewing tine on quilting because I still have so many tops not yet quilted. Sooner or later I will catch up.

I am not the only member of the family who gets too much help with their sewing. 1st assistant Happy also helps Ambrosina. Ambrosina doesn't do as much sewing as I do, but she gets as much help.

Fabrics pulled for a new project. I hadn't been planning to start anything else, but I need a baby quilt. It won't take long, it's just going to be six inch squares. I will start it as soon as the current quilt on the sewing table is finished.

Which should be tomorrow morning. Unless I have to spend the morning in the dentist's chair. I have been having a toothache, and from past experience I think it's another abscess. It's the one I have been telling the dentist that there is something wrong with. As usual they took an x-ray and said they couldn't see anything wrong, he or she will have to do something now.

Anyway, as long as I can sew it helps to have something to concentrate on besides the pain, it's only sleeping that's the problem. We don't have dental insurance so I have to go to a low-income clinic and I have to take in a co-pay which I won't have until after payday on Friday. They aren't open over the weekend so I have to wait until Monday morning, first come first serve. With most dentists refusing to take people that don't have insurance I am thankful they have such a service. I sure hate getting up to be there at 7:00 am though.

Things could always be worse!