TGIFF – Scraps to Cushions
If you missed yesterday’s Biggest Thing To Happen Yet announcement, you should probably take a moment to check that out. We could be having cups of Truth Tea together before you know it!
This must be one of the few florals I have ever really loved. That split-complimentary colour scheme has got me all wrapped up! As Mr. Sparkles would say, “Oh, I really like that fabric. It’s kind of country and old looking while being fresh and modern. To which I say, “Haha, yes, it’s called Vintage Modern.” What would I do without him?
One of the very first quilts I finished was Road to Cronulla way back in August 2013 (just a year into my sewing adventure). The funny thing about those Road to Tennessee blocks is you’re left with a whole bunch of triangles from chopping off the points of your charm squares. As I always say, “waste not, want more,” so I decided to keep them and sew them up into quarter square triangle units.
As you can see, they were a bit small… like finishing at 1″ small. I hadn’t really thought this through at the time, so I shoved them all in a box, hoping they’d commit fabric suicide in my stash somewhere.
But they didn’t. They were healthy as can be, busy taunting me from their box. “Shut up!” I often yelled in the middle of the night. Mr. Sparkles thinks I have terrible nightmares, but it’s really just me talking to my fabric. Don’t mind me!
Eventually, they beckoned loud enough, and I just started chaining them together without a plan. I figured that if they were at least in bigger pieces they wouldn’t be as terrifying. It’s like if you were walking down the street and saw one barking Chihuahua, not that scary, right? But then what if you saw one thousand barking Chihuahuas? And they were chasing you down that street? See? Scary!
Anyway, I kept the improv going, and whipped up these pillows to coordinate with Road to Cronulla. My good friend Gabrielle, who was the recipient of the quilt, has an apartment with a grand view of the beach and a tall grove of Poplar-like trees (I’m not arborist) that sit in front of it. I’m always more interested in the trees than the beach, so I was really pulling from them for inspiration. They may not be a Monet, but I’m happy, she’s happy, and the scraps have stopped screaming at me! Woo!