I haven’t made an appliqué cushion since last year.

To be honest, the trouble I had getting the last ones I did right sort of put me off them a bit. Too much hassle.

But I had a special request. So yesterday’s task was to get one done. A task which I failed, quite spectacularly, to accomplish.

First, my printer didn’t want to play ball. It does this frequently. Almost always when I have a deadline.

Eventually it printed my lettering as requested.

But then another appliance struck…

Successful appliqué depends upon the goodwill of the iron. Without an iron, you are, when it comes to appliqué, scuppered.

At first, like a numpty, I thought there was something wrong with my bondaweb.

I’d got almost all the way through applying it to my fabrics, apart from that little green and yellow flower. I ironed it, and it didn’t stick. I ironed again – still no joy. I pondered. The rest had worked ok, so why not that bit?

I was almost on my way to cut another bit of bondaweb, when the penny dropped.

Yup. The fuse, or some other important component necessary to make the evil iron heat up, had blown.

Naughty words were said.

Only after I had huffed about for most of the rest of the afternoon did I remember…

Hiding at the back of the cupboard, we have a spare iron.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Appliances. Evil, the lot of ’em. ♥