Moving (or, as the case may be, living in a temporary home) is sort of like being on vacation– every purchase you make is something you will eventually have to transport somewhere else. And with my legs still recovering from a day of hauling heavy boxes up and down five flights of stairs, I’m in no rush to acquire any new goods over the next few days. Hence the dinners consisting of Annie’s Mac and Cheese and baked beans– quick, easy, and no leftovers– and the futon mattress that is currently sitting without a base on the floor of our ‘living room’ (which is also a joint office, sewing studio, and occasionally dining room though our table is really an upside down storage bin). In keeping with this scraping-by mentality, making a quilt from my always abundant scrap stash only made sense.
Believe it or not, there’s some method to the madness here. If you look closely, you may notice that there are actually sixteen blocks in there, each one consisting of 3-4 rows of of stripes oriented either horizontally or vertically.
I basted the quilt yesterday around noon, and I’m not going to lie– I was in a bad mood afterwards. The power in our apartment had gone out that morning (don’t get me started on the shortcomings of our electrical situation in this place), we ran out of my favorite chunky peanut butter, and I hadn’t slept well the night before. So I almost just stippled my way towards a finished quilt.
Instead, I took a nice long nap and woke up much more willing for a challenge. The resulting waslarge spiral quilting motif. Always a bit more difficult, but always worth the outcome. (Disclaimer: I still love stippling and sometimes it really is the best option for the design.)
I’m almost always pleased with how scrap quilts turn out. They’re so genuinely improvised and carefree– not to mention utterly gratifying. As is a simpler lifestyle. I’m so deep in this state of making do, I even spent a day shopping downtown with my sister, surrounded by so much temptation, and didn’t purchase a thing… almost.
I mean seriously, how could I not? He’s basically the most handsome little poodle ever. Not to mention psyched that the futon is now low enough to the ground for him to jump on. That’s the thing about Marty– he always finds an upside to the situation.