...and to my horror, a gasp of gargantuan proportions came out of my mouth as I slowly realised that some looked like swastikas...
Not just a little bit, but a lot. I laid them all out on the floor and walked out of the room to sulk downstairs.
Andy returned home and asked me what the matter was because my face looked so disconcerted and I asked him to take a look in the spare room with out any back story to influence him.
He returned and said, 'You seem to be making a fascist duvet!' which made me smile in its cadence but not in light of the whole situation. Most are fine, so I will have to unpick a few and rearrange the patterns and colours to avoid the final outer colour highlight which gives the unsavoury silhouette.
Ho Hum! Here's hoping your winter projects are more successful, just popping over to see some now.