Here are two little quilts that have just come to life! I’m tempted to call them Romulus and Remus, but I leave the naming to the new owners. This January the Canadian Quilters’ Association challenged quilters to make a block a week for 52 weeks. Free instructions for each 6″ block, designed by Jacquie Philpott, appeared every Tuesday morning and were available for a few weeks. They were well written instructions for charming blocks, doable by even beginning quilters. Always in search of a challenge, I went straight to my stash and started cutting.
I love yellow. I love red. Back in January, there was probably still some Christmas red on the cutting mat, and there was certainly some yellow from a yellow and grey quilt there. I’d make scrappy yellow, red and white blocks. For the first block, I found a princess. And then there were some bluebirds… And a geisha…And gnomes…
The year progressed and I kept up with the blocks, even if I sometimes made three at a time. They were fun. I finished ten, twenty, thirty blocks. And then I was done.
By late August I was in the throws of Charlotte construction, and the unfinished blocks of the Summer Sampler 2019 were weighing heavily on my mind. I had also committed to the Wonderful Woodland quilt along, and that was about to start. Why was my hobby causing me grief? Surely, it should bring me joy. I needed to declutter. Those blocks had to come off my to do list.
I spent much of last year finishing UFOs. I certainly didn’t get them all finished, but I resolved there would be no new ones created, so the already constructed CQA blocks had to be dealt with.
I took 20 and arranged them into rows, alternating with a cute print from my stash that reminded me of Richard Skerries’ books.
When I was left with 10 blocks, I made a few more, and combined them with the last of that print and the trimmings from the back of Charlotte.
I pieced backs from flannel, quilted them in a very relaxed fashion, and bound them with stripes. This morning, I threw them in the washer and dryer, and took them out to play in the garden. Possibly I should have played first and washed second, but it’s too late now. The pictures are done. I think I avoided the bird poop on the wharf.
As you can see, our leaves are changing. I couldn’t resist the look of red and yellow quilts in yellow dogberry trees. And of course, they had to have wharf pictures taken. See? The leaves are changing across the pond, too.
Then, because I painted the railing on my deck this summer for the express purpose of taking quilt pictures, I took one there. It’s a bit dark, but doesn’t that railing look good?
Here they are, the little darlings. I think they’re on their way to some neighbours with a three year old and a new baby where, please God, they’ll bring joy.
Linking up with Dione, the Clever Chameleon.
and Kelly at My Quilt Infatuation.