I have a cold. Nothing serious. Just mildly irritating. Caused me to sleep most of the day away. Which causes me to be bright-eyed at 2 AM. Good thing I am retired and don't have to explain my odd sleep patterns to a boss. Or to anyone else, for that matter. I have found that 2 AM is a good time for writing another blog post.
I am maybe one of the few who actually likes being my advanced age. Take for example this fading memory. The other day I had finally dug my way to the back of my Fibber McGee's closet. I had dragged out a tub full of fabric. If you are one who sews, or more particularly, one who quilts, you have a stash of fabric. And you never, ever throw any of it away, not even the scraps. Because you might need it.....someday. And if the fabric shop has a really good sale on cotton quilt fabric, you buy more. Because you might need it.....someday.
Anyway, about halfway through sorting and folding, I found these.
Yep...my fading memory handed me 30 quilt blocks that I had completely forgotten about. Once I saw them, it came back to me how I had cut the squares from a set of fat quarters that I bought a long time ago for a project long forgotten. I had sewn the squares into simple blocks and then got busy with something else and had put them away. So as soon as my nose unstuffs and I stop sneezing, I will sew the blocks together into a quilt top. I'm sure I have fabric for the back, but I will need to make a run to the fabric store for quilt batting. These blocks will make a nice sized quilt - just right for snuggling under on a cold winter evening.
I just love this kind of surprise!
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