So says the well known consultant, Ms. Closet. We haven't heard from her in a while - but tonight, I got a telepathic message from her with that advice. Unfortunately, this activity has left me exhausted after only a little while because: 1) I have to stand to cut the strips, and 2) I have not mastered Ms. Closet's efficient method of cutting all the strips and then sewing all the strips. NO, I cut, walk over to the machine and sew; walk back to the table and cut another strip, then back to the machine to sew.
But please don't tell the efficient Ms. Closet ; she will be SHOCKED at my disorganized approach to this activity after all her training.
At a loss after my strip-cutting fiasco, I started digging around in some rubbermaid containers I had brought up from the basement. I found such treasures that I simply must share them with you. This archeological dig yielded a wealth of simply divine pieced blocks that have been sadly languising at the bottom of the barrel. Yes, blocks that I pieced as I experimented with a variety of patterns. Look! Aren't they wonderful? I love them all.
And there were more. (I hope Ms. Closet doesn't read this blog and see the threads all over my design wall - that would be another shock for her).
I'm not kidding - I love these blocks! Depression era patterns. Can you believe I made these?
And one more thing you have to see: HAND PIECING!!
I think this was the beginning of a change, believe it or not. Here's why I think so...This traditional hand-piecing went only so far. The orange triangles were - GASP - FUSED onto the large blue triangles. Fused! (I rarely fuse, even today). And if my mind has not deserted me altogether, I believe the blue fabric was a clamped piece dyed by none other than my mentor, Ms. Closet! Full circle, huh? I should probably do something with all these UFOs.
End of tonight's magical mystery tour. Tomorrow, two of Marty's sons, our daughter-in-law, and our grandkids from Bethesda will poke their heads in to visit the patient. nite nite, all.