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I pieced the top for my Halloween quilt. I should mention another reason I use Atkinson Design's Yellow Brick Road pattern so often for quilts: it's all straight sewing rectangles and squares. After you've made it a few times, it's very fast to put together. For this variation I cut all the pieces in one night (it took a couple hours), pieced the blocks in one night (about the same amount of time), and sewed them together into a top in one night (ditto.) So about six hours from start to top for the baby quilt size.

I went out thrifting to find backing fabric, and found this three-yard piece of novelty fabric that seemed like the thing (finding Halloween novelty print fabric in thrift shops is very hit-or-miss this time of year.)

I then batted, backed and pinned the quilt top. The cotton batting I used was one small amount that I got in a thrifted lot, and was just the right size for the quilt.

I mulled over which quilting thread to use for a bit; I didn't want to use black or any dark color. This was the only orange quilting thread I have on hand, so I settled on it.

Now I'm starting the hand quilting. It will probably take me a week and a half to finish, so stay tuned to see the final result.

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