Scrumpdilliumphuss

Have you ever sent a kid to clean his room, and found – hours later – that he’d rediscovered some long-forgotten toy and spent the whole time playing with it instead of cleaning? Maybe this phenomenon isn’t just reserved for kids. I was going through the detritus in my sewing room closet, and stumbled across this wall hanging pattern. How long had it been sitting there, waiting to be noticed? If it didn’t say, “Quilt Etc.” on the back, I’d have no idea where it came from. The pattern almost got tossed in the bin, but something said, “Give it a chance.” I didn’t follow the pattern exactly. It called for six fat quarters; I used 64 tiny scraps instead. It was so much fun to put this together, I’m already planning another version in 1930’s “Aunt Gracie” prints, and maybe a third using brighter, more contemporary colors. Will the closet ever finish getting cleaned? The outlook is grim.