Orange Crush

I'm still making scrappy little things.  I've probably made at least a half dozen more flimsies for mug rugs or small square minis since the last post.  A couple have been completely finished and gifted.

This one, I'm keeping.

It started with the little scrap of orange seahorses (how cute is that?) not much bigger than what you see here.  Then a riffle through the scrap box netted another small scrap of orange dots and a strip of burnt orange with black dots.

I felt like they belonged together.  Call me a matchmaker.

I just remembered something, looking at these pictures.  My first car was a 1976 Pontiac Ventura 2-door coupe that was burnt orange, with a little natural rust thrown in for effect.  Okay, a lot of rust.  It had a 350 V8 engine, so it really hauled.  Horrible on ice and snow, though.  The driver's side door was seized shut, so you had to get in and out on the passenger side and slide over the duct-taped front seat.  Cost me $600, and I had to borrow half the money from my mom, having just graduated from college and being broke.  

Oh, it was a gem.  I loved that car.

The solids are from stash, as is the backing fabric.  

Finished size is about 10 inches square.

Orange you glad it's fall?