I've been having a good time remaking more vintage blocks this past week. I love piecing. Maybe I'm not so much a quilter as I am a piecer.
Whatever. This is what I have to show for it.
They are paired with the "before" as the top photo and the "after" right below it.
Just two more to go and I'll have them all redone!
I was going to add to the group with a few more of my own, but on second thought, I'll stick with the original 12.
I have been pondering how in the world to tie them all together, but I happened upon some fabric the other day that just may work as a sashing. Fingers crossed.
Crazy honkin' strawberry print, huh? It's some kind of heavy duty cotton-poly (mostly poly) blend. I can imagine some young miss with a pair of shortalls made from this that chafed like the dickens (pardon me while I interject my own jaded memories of synthetics).
The dark blue floral print up at the very top is rayon (this quilt is going to need a "no smoking in bed" warning on the label). The balance seem to be straight up bandana prints.
The next project for me will be finishing an oldie but a goodie—a black and white quilt top that's a couple years old. The thought of quilting it has always made me want hide under the covers. I didn't want to wreck it. You know that feeling? Even after a friend came up with a wonderful plan for the quilting that seemed entirely doable, it still sat around unfinished.
Well, heck. A couple years is plenty long enough to be a UFO. I must have learned a few things in that amount of time (aside from the fact I am an excellent procrastinator). It's time to move past the angst about quilting it and forge ahead.
Or at least baste it, for starters. Sometimes "forging ahead" looks more like baby steps.