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A One-Day Thing

Once my scraps lot arrived last month I wanted to have some fun, so I decided to do a one-day piecing project with these Asian, solid and tonal fabrics.

The Asian scraps are pretty, and I used their colors to put the palette together from what was available in the lot.

I cut all the scraps into three-inch strips, which was the width that would use up the most fabric.

I then stitched all the strips together end to end to form one very long strip, and then began sewing the strips together by doubling them each time (you can see the technique in this video for Valerie Nesbitt's 40-minute scrap quilt top.) You never know what you're going to get with this random chance piecing style, so it's fun to see how it turns out.

All my waves strips migrated to one end of the pieced top, but that's why it's random -- and (with another piece of fabric for the top and a strip of black for the bottom) here's what I made it into:

Yep, the birds needed a new light-blocking cage cover, so this worked out great. :)

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