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Cover Up

My first little project since finishing the last quilt was to turn these two hand-stitched quilted pieces from 14carrot into a cover for my journal, with the help of some thrifted fabric in a complimentary checked print.

I don't have a pattern I follow when I make journal covers. I just trace the silhouette of the journal onto the wrong side of the fabric, add a half-inch when I cut it, and insert some folded fabric in the ends to make sleeves and sew it right sides together with another piece of the same fabric, stitching about 1/8" outside the silhouette line. I usually put some batting in my covers, but since the quilted pieces were batted I felt like it would be too much.

Once I had the cover stitched I then hand-stitched the two quilted pieces to the front and back, using a white thread that wouldn't be too noticeable.

Here's the front of the finished journal cover.

Here's the back.

I stitched one of 14carrot's labels to the inside of the front sleeve to honor her contribution to the project. I think it came out cute.

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