(Now there's an oxymoron...)
She was unsure just how to start. So we decided to bring scrap bins tonight and I was to do a little berzerko lesson on making these blocks. The written explanations may seem dense, but about a minute and a half worth of hands-on is all the tutorial needed.
Our Kara is a new quilter (so new she doesn't have many scraps) and was looking in on the Mile-a-minute-ing. We dug out some of the leftovers of the Mumbo Gumbos so she could give it a try too.
Kara was clearly underwhelmed.
Well OK. So it's not rocket science. And it's not great art or great quiltmaking. It's just a production-sewing way to burn through some scraps lickety split.
And I was digging in one of my scrap bins, I was amazed at the contents--some sizable hunks of decent fabric from yesteryear. I need to take a leaf from Bonnie Hunter and organize. She is absolutely my new idol.
It was a half hour's drive home from Seams. Then began the second half of the evening. I was so psyched--I dug through that bin till 1:00 a.m. and cut enough strips for a good-sized Log Cabin.
But what a wealth of other stuff too--tons of baggies of leftovers and false starts. There was a whole set of Bullseye Blocks in brights that I have no recollection of making.
There were sets of half-square triangles and hunks of pieced borders. Two bags, now combined, of multicolored batik strings. Scraps of everything from Tweetie Pie fabrics to Smithsonian repros, and everything in between. Green Bay Packer logo prints, anyone? Now here would be an orphan project challenge--trying to pull together something cohesive from all this...stuff.
Tonight I plan to dig to the bottom of this bin to see what other goodies await. When that's done, there is a second equally large bin. This should keep me busy for some time.