I truly wish I could tell you that I've been busy sewing away on beautiful vintage inspired patterns, but it just isn't true. Maybe it's because I've discovered several new (to me) sewing blogs of late and have been voraciously devouring them (any one else out there guilty of going through six years of archived posts in one sitting or is it just me?) that I feel I too should be making up muslins and tweaking flat patterns. But here's the thing: I have a small handful of my pattern collection here and an even smaller selection of my stash fabrics and somehow the two just haven't been clicking (I'm only two weeks away from a trip home though, so I fully plan on bringing back a suitcase stuffed with fabrics I haven't seen in awhile - that should remedy the situation).
Anyway, I haven't been completely idle. As it happens, I have been indulging in two rather old school pursuits, the first of which I will share with you today: patchworking (hopefully to be quilted in the not too distant future), and not just any patchwork. Like a true depression era housewife, I've been breathing new life into my husband's old jeans.
This is proving to be a rather slow going project - aside from being my first real attempt at quilting, sewing together squares of fabric really doesn't have the same excitement factor for me as sewing garments does. Still, I'm very happy with the results to date, so perhaps in another year or so I'll have new quilt!
Stay tuned and I'll tell you about my other new crafting enthusiasm, which is truly archaic . . .