I played around with various arrangements of the pictures I'd cut out, and then I photographed them to use as a map for putting them together.
This is truly a scrap quilt, other people's scraps. I bought the fabrics at a store that supports the local senior center by selling donated craft items. You never know what or how much you'll find. There were several times I wished I had just one more little piece of this or that color or pattern but scraps force one to improvise.
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Perhaps there is another name for this type of patchwork, but I call this a story quilt. I hope the pictures of trees and whales and teddy bears, villages, churches, lighthouses and ducks, strawberries and polka dots inspire the imagination of the two little guys at the home where this quilt now flops around. See the yellow squares that each depict a raccoon on either side of the watery blue?
I know that real raccoons aren't pink. The same week in June that I was stitching these fabric pictures together I met some real baby raccoons who were born in a box in a crawl space under my brother's house. We were cleaning and packing for his upcoming move when one of the boxes wiggled a bit... Hello!
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I think it might help me to dive into the messy process more often if I keep a little log of the things I make. I like the idea part of the process a lot. I have fun pushing the elements into different patterns and then at a certain part of the actual construction I start to lose it. It is a good thing babies are small and that they aren't likely to complain that their blanket mixes pretend pinkish raccoons with giant strawberries and whales leaping in the waves.
All freshened up and ready to mail...
I might have taken a better picture of it but I was just so happy it was now filled with 100 % cotton and machine quilted, stitched in the ditched style. It was ready to go so I popped it in the mail.
My favorite picture of this quilt is actually the one I got back with a certain young fellow making use of it.
So that's the story of the little bears who one day visited the ocean but there's no need to stick to it.. we can make up a new one for nap time tomorrow.
Did you ever see that old 1948 movie "The Naked City"? It ended with the line, "There are eight million stories in the naked city, this has been one of them." I suspect my little story quilt won't have quite that generative effect, but I do hope it will inspire some fun and wonder and maybe help me remember how much I enjoy ( most aspects of ) a sewing project.