In August I was talking about the 1-1/2" quilt squares that reminded me of the Dodgers baseball game. All those thousands of people, and me with hundreds of miniature squares of different colored fabrics. I never told anyone what happened to all those. Here's a clue: I don't have them anymore. Maybe we should all get rid of the projects we don't like!
I tried all the different combinations; random, light to dark, same colors in a row, etc. I finally decided to keep the randomness, but in similar colorways.
So then, it was time to sew all the little pieces together the way I had laid them out.
So I sewed, and sewed, and sewed. My daughter was the one who took
lessons in how to piece, and I sort of remembered how she did it – just
make a chain. But I can only piece two together at a time. Then sew
pairs together. After quite a few hours at the sewing machine (just
how many squares are there?), I finally had rows of random colored
fabric squares sewn together. And I didn’t like it.
It was fun to finally
get to my sewing machine and sew, but what’s with the random rows?
They aren’t speaking to me at all. I like appliqué, not traditional,
and definitely not random rows of pastel-y colored printed flowery
grandmotherly cottons. I’m not trying to put together scraps here – my
great-great grandma needed to do that so the family could be warm at
night.
I don’t know that for sure. But I do know I want
something fabulous – there must be a fabulous wall hanging, or purse, or
something hiding in there between the squares.
So I grabbed some
black background fabric, added some red squares, and placed the colored rows of tiny squares on top. Then spent an hour grouping them in
colorways. It was fun, and I was finally pleased with the arrangement.

Then I got up to get lunch, and that evening, peeked in at my soon to be
masterpiece. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to make it.
So I had a
decision to make. I don’t leave unfinished quilt tops laying
around for later. Really. I do that with my knitting projects, and it really gets me in trouble!
Inspiration finally hit.
I grabbed a brown padded mailer, addressed it to my daughter, The
Quilter, and shoved all the little random rows in, with glee. Then I
wrote a short note that said – “It’s your turn!”, and walked down to the
mailbox to mail it.
Couldn't wait to see what she would do with all those rows!
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