Earlier this week I laid out a variety of scraps, bright primary and secondary hues. I stared at them for a couple of days, not certain how I would arrange them; a mix, or by shade, or value perhaps? Then yesterday afternoon I recalled a project more in need of my attention; my grandson requires an insert for his sleeping bag! Problem of what to do with those scraps is temporarily solved, ha ha.
Once I made that decision, the insert came together quickly, in part that I already knew most of the fabrics, and chose to use a large section of one, which left little for me to ponder. Even then, the rest came about rapidly, and by the time my husband got home from work, the top was done, just the back to sew together. By evening’s end, I had it basted, and was hand-quilting it.
I even have the binding, that chocolate strip from a recent post! It felt so good to dive into my stash, not thinking about any additional purchases. Batting was from my large scrap collection, and while my daughter’s sleeping bag insert had two layers of batting, The Burrito doesn’t need that kind of padding for a while. I’ll have it finished in time for his birthday next month, and look forward to his reaction, all our recent chats about the galaxy ready for him to explore within a quilt.
So far my 2018 sewing adventures have me feeling very pleased, and I’m itching to get back to those vibrant colours, although I still don’t know how they will fall onto the quilt wall. I do have a binding prepared for whatever emerges, and it’s not short, so if a medium to large project happens, I’m covered.
What I am finding is that by choosing to not purchase fabrics, parameters have been built in to each project. It’s not that I’ve stopped admiring my fave fabric website, but the reason for gazing at those gorgeous prints has changed. Instead of ideas, it’s appreciation. What I sew this year is going to come from my own backyard.
Or rather, my sewing/writing grotto closet, lol. I definitely have a Dorothy returned from Oz mentality going on; if it’s not within my reach already, I probably don’t need it. I’m interested how this approach affects my crafty output, but at least I’m starting off firmly planted right in proverbial Kansas, even if it looks a lot like a solar system. I don’t plan on explaining this to my grandson, I’d never hear the end of why’s. But maybe one day I’ll tell him how his sleeping bag insert launched a new manner for this abuela to fashion quilts. It’s sort of like the anchors in the corner, just a return to methods from the past. Find purpose in what lies at your fingertips, be it in cotton, words, or a beautiful hug.