One Quilter’s Trash is My Treasure

I have a shelf of fabrics that are too ugly to live.  Yet others will look at the shelf and say I’m nuts.  Every CMQG retreat has a scrap table.  And I try to stay away from it because…well, you know.  But at a recent retreat I spotted this cheater panel, and I do love clam shells.  Recently my SIL in Orlando asked for a baby quilt.  I started something with blue and white strips and then remembered this panel  Chris liked it more than the blue and white.  So I added some borders and it’s 46” x 56”    Special thanks to guildmate Rebekah who put this panel on the scrap table.  

Another Scrap Quilt

I am overwhelmed by my scraps.  No matter how many scrap quilts I make,  I still have more.  And more. I joke that my scrap baskets have scraps baskets.  But that's not far from the truth.  Fellow MQCG Jane Shapiro spearheaded a community quilt project using the above design. She supplied us with the background fabric and directions, and then several of us made 4 blocks.  Those 4 blocks?  I really enjoyed making!  So I enlarged her pattern from an 8" block to a 12" block.  Scraps?  No problem.  Background?  For some reason I have two hunks of grey that are very similar.  So I used those for the background.

And then I got to work. And I like how this is turning out.  This napping quilt will be 60" x 72"

And in keeping with this scrap theme, I went through my stash for big hunks of neutral fabrics.  So, voila! the backing.  For another day I will Frankenbatt my scraps and come up with a batting.  

While I've been working in the studio, I've been handqulting this cheater panel. My SIL needs a baby quilt, and this appealed to hear.  It really is lovely, and I need to discover who put this panel on the retreat scrap table!  

This is the eve of my 74th birthday.  How lucky and blessed am I?  John just turned 84, we are both feeling very good, and we love where we are living. I cannot think how happy I am without thinking of how sad I am at life's changes, the biggest one being Doug's death last March.  Why him?  why not me?  Ah, life's mysteries...