Today's big plan was to write up that tutorial on snail's trails using 1.5" and 2.5" strips. Since I knew I had all the photos taken, I happily procrastinated until late this afternoon. Finally, I sat down to write, step by step, loading photos as I went along.
And I discovered that I'd forgotten to document a bunch of the steps. Critical steps, where a photo would have been helpful. And that a few of the photos were blurrier than I had thought, so not hugely informative.
So, hey, back to procrastinating, which after all is one of my superpowers.
Instead of snails, I'll share what my wonderful sister-in-law dropped off for me.
Scraps. One of my very favorite things.
Shoeboxes and bags of scraps.
There's Christmas, and Civil War, and brights, and border bits, and I'm jumping up and down, and already thinking about which quilt they're going to end up in.
The real treasure, though, was this:
It's a project that my grandmother had started and never completed. She's been gone for twenty years, so I know this dates back even further.
Grandma hand pieced (and hand quilted) every quilt she ever made. Here's the back side of the patchwork so you can see her tiny stitches.
And there are pieces of the original fabrics, so I'll have enough to complete it. As is, it measures 11" x 16"; I'm assuming she meant to make a wall hanging or a doll quilt.
Each rectangle is fussy cut to show an animal - lions, giraffes, ostriches, gorillas.
You can guess which one is my favorite...
Hello, little monkey.