A Brave Start

Somewhere between Christmas and New Year, I spent a whole evening, some seven hours or so and well into the early hours, getting rather tipsy with my sister Sophie. All the while, I cut and arranged what seemed to be a million and one pieces of my vintage scraps.
Sophie helped me arrange them into strips (this part was lots of fun actually and we were quite impressed with the overall impression when they were all lined up), and then I sewed until I could no longer keep my eyes open.



In hindsight, working whilst A/ quite pissed and B/ dog tired, was perhaps not the best move, my long strips are seriously wonky. I seem to be using that word a lot lately, le sigh.
Anyhow, yes the strips are for a quilt. Which I have rather bravely embarked upon prior to reading about how to actually make a quilt. After all this effort, and the resulting strips, I am now absolutely terrified of stitching them together length ways lest they end up even more wonky, and then there is sashing, batting, backing, quilting and binding and oh, I really have no clue how this is going to end up.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, I will let you know how I get on, though for the time being, the strips are slung over a chair whilst I muster some dutch courage to proceed.



Wish me luck.... you know I will bloody well need it!