So, my second quilt is done. I still need to chat about the first one, but I also need to discuss sewing machines too. All things in their proper time.
But the scrappy quilt, well, it’s completely a scrap endeavor, or it was. Now it’s done, resting along the back of the sofa. It will be perfect on those cool Silicon Valley evenings, while watching baseball, or whenever else a little lap quilt is required.
Why is it scrappy? It’s made from what I used in my first quilt, and what I will use in my youngest daughter’s project. Since I’d cut all her fabrics, I had plenty of leftovers to choose from, but it’s not only the quilt top that is scrappy.
The batting is two pieces that I sewed together.
The binding is a collection of fabrics.
Even the backing is scrapped; the flower print just wasn’t wide enough, so I added the clouds, which I think are adorable.
Best of all, this quilt truly belongs to only me, because my husband is a warm-blooded sort. I’ll never get to make him a quilt, other than what will sit on our bed, but that leaves plenty of quilts for others. I also think this quilt would be wonderful for cuddling with a little one, and for now I have a nephew and a few nieces to fill that bill.
But as I attached the last feet of binding early this morning, I considered this could be a grandchild quilt. One of these days, I’m sure…
Up next; quilt #1, which has quite a story of its own. Or maybe the sewing machines, for that tale is pretty incredible too. Much of which to note, and now that I’m not obsessing about finishing my first machine quilt, I’ll have a few moments to write.
(And speaking of writing, I might be getting back to The Hawk, in another week or two…)