I was really confused by this collection of crazy quilt patchwork blocks from the UFOs bin (which I used to make that bag and small quilt last month.) I think my mom bought them for me at a quilt show I took her to twenty years ago. Before her dementia erased me from her memory she would sometimes go with me to the local shows. We would have box lunches and talk about the quilts we admired.
Mom actually hated sewing anything by hand, so the fact I loved it always puzzled her. She thought it was silly and a waste of time. I know she expected me to be just like her, but unfortunately I was her complete opposite. The perpetual schism that created between us actually helped me grow as a person. Whenever I interact with someone who isn't like me, I don't dislike them because of our differences, or believe I have to make them see my point of view. I just accept that we're different.
They made more sense when I divided them. I could see making a bag and maybe a quilt out of them, and using them for embroidery stitch practice.
I do remember buying this vivid floral fabric myself (this is more my speed.) I considered using it as backing for one of them, but then set it aside for some vintage blue calico I also found in the bin.
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