The pile of scraps from my Good Folks throw never quite made it into my box of 'other' scraps. I just couldn't bring myself to toss all that loveliness in there, to be mixed up and seen together again who-knows-when. And so it sat on the top of my sewing table...right next to the Patchwork Style, which for similar reasons, hasn't found it's way to the craft bookshelf since it's arrival.
So it only made sense that the two meet in the form of some log cabin action. Combining the directions from both the quilt and the pillow in the book, I made this little log cabin cushion for the computer chair. A few extra layers of batting make it just comfortable enough, but not so cushie-comfortable that I never want to get up (all part of my silly strategy for being mindful of how much time I sit in front of this computer screen, anyway).
For some reason, I thought log cabin meant cutting a whole lot of pieces into precise measurements. Perhaps 'true' log cabin is just that. But this method - where each piece can be any width, and therefore it all has a bit of an uneven look - is much more for me. And I can use a total mish-mash of scrap prints and patterns. Just like all the vintage quilts I love so much.
After the cushion, I wanted to make more. In my twitch to keep making, I did the unthinkable - I cut up a finished quilt top to start a new one. Gah! Yes, the quilt that I started for Adelaide's bed nearly two year ago now (she looks so little! Are you sure that wasn't yesterday?) just wasn't doing it for me, and therefore, likely never to be finished anyway. So a fresh start was in order - a log cabin fresh start.
It's looking remarkably pink to me...especially considering that the very day I began it, she declared her favorite color "purple". Really? Purple? (You can see in the banner above I'm trying to embrace it.) I'm thinking all that pink might need to be broken up a bit with some bands of white (okay...maybe some purple, too) in between the squares (like this). Perhaps. Regardless...I woke up this morning and the first thing on my mind after COFFEE was the desire to make another square. So I'll take that as a good sign that this quilt might just be the one, and she might just have it on her bed sooner than another two years from now. Mark my words. I'm full of quilting promises...
