Darn you, Bonnie!
Darn Bonnie Hunter!
Why does she have to make such awesome scrap quilts? And why does she have to be so darn organized?
I love my scrap boxes!
I love digging through them. I pull out little reminders of quilts completed, waiting to be completed and those booted out of my life forever! The red, green and black quilt comes to mind…a challenge quilt that my sister and I were going to do. Fabric looked great in the shop…not so much on the design wall. No matter how I arranged those squares and triangles, nothing looked right. I waited for my sister to throw in the towel. She didn’t. I blinked first and she happily agreed to trash the project. So all of those squares and triangles went into the scrap box. I still shudder when I pull one of them out remembering what almost was. Then a little smile because I still like the darn fabric! But, of course. I digress!
As much as I love pawing through the box when I have nothing else to do (like when does that happen?), I hate digging through it in search of that one print/color for a scrap quilt. What a time suck!
Enter Bonnie Hunter by way of my sister. (I have to start ignoring her. :-) ) She purchased one of Bonnie’s books and bought into the whole organize your scraps theory. I can see her now, feverishly cutting strips and squares in various sizes. Well, maybe not feverishly–but cutting none the less. What I can’t see is me doing the same thing. If there’s one thing that anyone who knows me knows it’s that I do nothing-and I mean nothing-feverishly! But my dear sister (the Enabler) convinced me to try.
OK…my turn. On her recommendation, I purchased this book.
Even if I wanted to go that route (I don’t) I couldn’t. He’d be a little upset if I did. He’s still mad at me because I gave away his safari jacket. Seriously, he still brings it up in the occasional argument. Now, I have thought about cutting up his Cubs shirts…for that just right Cubbie blue triangle but I like living in this house. :-) Would probably be a deal breaker.
So I started slicing and dicing my scraps into usable squares and strips. I was a human Vegomatic! I’ll admit it will be very useful when I have enough. (Do we ever have enough?) But it will be a long road from this