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Rescue Mission

I decided during the holidays to take the pressure off myself and play with some cutter quilt pieces. These two both appealed to me, but it was the piece on the left that ended up on my work table.

The stitching on the piece is very nice, but the patchwork was threadbare in quite a few places, and shredding in one corner. To preserve the piece I needed to mend it first.

For the shredded corner I layered a sturdy but airy lace over the patch to cover the damage but allow the color of the original patchwork to show through; this is a pretty common repair technique for old crazy quilts.

Finished repairs.

For some of the other threadbare patches I appliqued some metallic lace fabric over the damage. Tulle also works well in this type of repair.

After I sewed the piece to the front of a plain canvas tote and covered the edges with some vintage gray lace I added a spray of ruffled lace and a vintage brooch over a split in one patchwork seam, which held it together and disguised it.

The end result makes me happy, and looks rather festive, too.

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