A week or two ago I found myself craving, literally craving, an applique project. Like the way your hand can’t help but reach out to that bowl of mini Kit-Kats on your co-worker’s desk, my hands just needed to feel that comforting rhythm of hand applique. So I started something new.
It’s going to be a pillow. For a quilter/artist, my house is woefully under decorated, and I’m aiming to work on that this year! We’ve been renters for a while, and moving around practically every year it seems, and for like the past five houses all we’ve done is plop down our furniture and open up the book and toy boxes, and call it done. No curtains, no throw pillows, no art on the walls. No settling in. That needs to change. Our home should be a reflection of who we are. I’m working on it.
This little project has been living on my kitchen island so I can work on it a few stitches at a time, all day long.
Oh, and this stack of shot cottons and solids wants to be something. It’s not even a work in progress at this point, it ‘s a work-in-pondering. As in, what could I make from this. I think it’ll just hang out on the island for a few weeks until I figure it out.