WIP Wednesday – I Blacked Out

What the hell happened? The last thing I remember is swigging down some cold and flu medication with the last bottle of champagne last Thursday night. Then I woke up Monday morning to find thirty of these blocks sitting on my sewing table. They are impeccably made, but those fabrics! Where ever did they come from? Who created this traditional, razzle-dazzle?

Oh dear, it was me! This is what happens when you’re sick. You obviously do things that could be a bit out of the ordinary. That flu fog is starting to dissipate, and in the mighty words of Meat Loaf, “It’s all coming back to me now.” I remember I had quite a few fat eighths and fat quarters of these traditional-esque fabrics sent with Grandma Sparkles’s Magic Suitcase that have since been stash-bound. What better way to excavate them out of the stash for good, than put them all together?!

I thought the palette reflected my physical state, as well as taking me back to a warm and cozy place of my youth. (Isn’t that where you always want to run when you get sick?) I added some similar prints in a rainbow of muted tones from the likes of American Jane and Denyse Schmidt. I designed this block myself–I’m sure it exists in some form elsewhere–while thinking about diamonds breaking and the exoskeletons we build to protect ourselves. More on that still to come.

I obviously had part of my subconscious peaking through because there’s a few tidbits of Mirror Ball Dot and Botanics scattered throughout the floral cream tone on tone breaks. No, it’s not my typical style, and that’s exactly why these had to be made. Don’t ever expect anything typical of me. Swerve left? Swerve right? Nah, I’ll throw my drink in your face and back flip all the way down the catwalk!