Recently I had to pack up my studio and that ended up being a fascinating excavation expedition. Found loads of scissors and seam rippers and swatches and practice piecing and stuff that brought back many memories. Despite being started about six years ago, these two tops are pretty much close to done. They have been haunting me since I scrounged them up.
Right? My friends remarked on the prints. It’s been about six years since I used prints in something this heavily. And a comment reminded me quite loudly of one reason why I stopped. Maybe I’ll figure out a way to to explain that someday without offending too much? I dunno.
Anyway, that’s the top I’m tackling first.
Now, I’ll always love scrappy patchwork–no matter the fabrics. The thing about scraps is that the more the use the more you have. So the bucket of scraps was still there, though I had to refrain from augmenting with six years of solids scraps. It’s hard to get back in the same process because of my obsession with small pieces, which also slows it all down.
I’m embracing the idea that the quilt will have two visible phases. (Actually it’s already had two, but I’ll talk more about that later.) It’ll be like adding a deck onto a Victorian home. Meh, who’s judging?
Yeah, those small pieces are fun, but even I know when small is too small.
Who am I kidding? I think I can sew smaller than that.
But the goal now is getting stuff done so I can feel guilty about new projects. So I’ll hunker down and keep it chunky.
Have a good week!