I've slowly been working on getting my dad's quilt together. I had to scale back what i was trying to do to save time. it's a small lap quilt now. thanks to chain-piecing, i'd managed to stitch all the blocks together and i tried to square them up last night during commercial breaks of So You Think You Can Dance. naturally, i made it all the way to the last block (there it is, up above) before slicing my finger open with the rotary cutter when it decided to just skip off the ruler and onto my hand.
after shouting a few obscenities and rushing to the kitchen to clean the wound and apply pressure, Spicy comes into the kitchen to help me. i asked him to get some gauze as i didn't think a bandaid would cover the injury. he comes downstairs and patiently wraps up my finger with a gauze pad and some duct tape.
we go back to watching the show and on the next commercial break i got up and went back into the dining room. Spicy yells after me, "I think you should be finished for tonight." I reply, "oh don't worry--i'm finished," and i grabbed my camera. he asked me why i was taking a picture of my finger and i assured him it was good blog material and that i wanted to show how ghetto resourceful he was.
He pointedly tells me that clearly i'm new to the neighborhood because his solution was NOT ghetto and that he'd used the GOOD duct tape. "Ghetto," he reassures me, "would be a paper towel and scotch tape."