Such a beautiful day here yesterday, I embarked on a little outdoor sewing.
All this was prompted by a text from a friend declaring that no fabric bunting was to be found for her lunch party today. I wrestled with the thought of sitting at my sewing machine inside, before realising I didn’t need to. I pulled out my packed up fabric and got stitching. I had forgotten how much I like the steady repetition of making bunting – cutting the triangles, sewing straight seams, pressing, assembling. Pretty soon, I had a few metres ready to deliver, and she kindly sent a photo of it in situ under her pergola.
The funny thing is, I found it quite difficult to assemble a coherent collection of fabrics to make even a few metres, which made me realise how far along my scrap busting journey I have come. Yes, I still have plastic boxes of fabric, but now it is mostly small pieces, and I am definitely on the home strait of using it all up! I have made four large quilts, and there may just be one more smaller one in there.
I also found time to line this basket finally, having cut out the pieces 3 years ago! It was buried in one of those boxes! And I can definitely see some more bunting being made if the sun keeps shining.