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Scrappyness

One thing I noticed after cleaning out three bins of scraps from my fabric stash is that I am good about saving scraps, but not about using them. Rather than keep my old habits, I decided to do some new things with the scraps I collect after I finish one project rather than toss them in storage.

This project bag is made from most of the scraps leftover from summer's art tote. I fused them onto an old cloth napkin, stitched the edges down, and used a big scrap leftover from the lining fabric to make the handles, back side and lining.

To keep from spilling coffee in the mornings (I'm not too steady in the hands when I first get up) I thrifted a bunch of these Starbucks reusable coffee cups. They're great, but they get hot, so I'm making sleeves for them. Two old bookmarks and scraps from the art tote made this batch.

I do use mug rugs all the time, so it doesn't hurt to make a few more, especially when they match my cup sleeves. :)

I'm considering making a quilt just from fabric scraps, too. I don't like using fusing web for quilts because it makes them stiff, so I'll check out some other techniques and see what I can find that will work better.

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