I'm in our new home, all alone for a few days. There may be 21.67 million other residents here in Florida, but I am not responsible to feed, clothe, water, cook, clean or do the laundry for even one of them. You might be thinking I've found heaven. I have to admit, it's pretty close.
All, and I do mean ALL of my sewing supplies have arrived and have been distributed in my new sewing space. Everything is here except my new long arm, which is on order. I have everything I need and all the time to myself temporarily. Are you jealous?
We moved in stages, so I have been arranging things as they arrive. Then re-arranging as more things arrive, and more, and if possible, even more sewing supplies to find a home for. If it is possible to have too much sewing stuff, I might be getting close.
I posted this photo of phase 1. Friends that know me well remarked that my room would never stay that neat. I wanted it to. I really did. I have additional shelves on the other side of the room, assigned baskets for everything, the organizational plan is a work of art.
I'll cut to the chase, this is what it looked like earlier this week.
Scrap quilting is a messy business. I have designed a new set of Scrap Crazy templates for Creative Grids that will be available to purchase later this fall. The prototypes arrived last week and I couldn't wait to try them out. While a normal quilt might be made of several hundred pieces that are cut from 6, 7 or 8 fabrics, a scrap quilt requires those hundreds of pieces be cut from hundreds of different fabrics. What some people would describe as a mess I see nothing but potential!
There was one small mishap in the process. Without my loving and exceptionally handy husband here to help me install the design wall in my new sewing room, I attempted it myself. I assumed that a generous length of flannel and some duct tape would serve me well temporarily. I was wrong.
These pieces WERE the beginning of a well organized scrap quilt until the duct tape let go sometime in the middle of the night.
I broke down and unpacked the garage boxes until I found the staple gun. Then armed with a ladder and some assistance from the "helpful hardware man" I managed to install the design wall properly.
One rainy day later, the pieces on the floor came together to make this, the first quilt from my new sewing space. I'm naming it Changing Direction. Seems appropriate.
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