I bought two pieces of vintage quilt at a sidewalk sale recently. The sellers said she'd purchased them years ago with the intention of making something from them. I took them home with the same idea in mind.
I knew they wanted to be a bag, but I couldn't decide how to best take advantage of the piecing. There were a few "bald patches" in the quilt, and of course they were in prominent places.
The pieces got set aside to marinate, and the other night, when the bar down the street kept me awake, I went into the workroom and started in. I don't necessarily recommend working when pissed off and sleep-deprived, but on the other hand, by the time it quieted down and I could finally get some sleep, this is what I had on my hands.
When I woke up the next morning, headachy, stiff and still quite annoyed at being kept from sleeping when I wanted to, I was almost afraid to go into the workroom and see what I had done. I was so tired by the end that I literally didn't remember some of what I did, so this could have been really good or really awful.
I'm tending to think it's really good, but maybe I'm biased. Or still delirious from lack of sleep.
Listing is here.
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