I was fiddling about in my room on Sunday, not really doing much. I should have been cutting my floral scraps, but instead I was procrastinating, poking about in this drawer and that. I noticed that my collection of batik scraps is getting a little out of control and making the drawer look untidy.
So I hauled them all out and dumped them on the cutting table. Then had a tidy up in the drawer and before I knew it, it was time to go to work.
Over night an idea was born and this morning I scooted in to town and purchased yet another set of plastic drawers. My collection of batik scraps in all their little containers were all tucked neatly away, and there was still plenty of room for my collection of fabric crumbs, so in they went.
I really wasn't sure what to do with this little collection though. They are rejects from this quilt top and are only partially batiks.
Hmmmmm, I left them out and vowed to have a think about what I could do with them.
While I was in town, I called in to the sewing centre, hoping to find a blue binding for the OP Shop Top.
No perfect blues, but I did find the perfect burgundy.
And I found an end of bolt, just under a half meter of a cream grunge, with spots.
I thought it might work with my floral scraps. I'm pleased to say that I was right.
So pleased in fact that I started cutting soon after I put together my drawers and cleared all the batiks off the cutting table. . But first I made leek and potato soup for lunch, I left it simmering while I played with fabrics. I got a whole bunch of 5 inch squares cut.
Then soon after lunch, the squirrel hopped in through the open window!
Full of ideas about what to do with that wee box of rejects and before I knew what was going on, I was playing with those instead of cutting florals.
My first efforts met Jack the ripper!
But the second idea worked out much better.
I got as far as putting a column together before deciding to stop and sit down for a while.
I'll need to find something to use as border and binding, but I'm sure that won't be too hard.
Thank you Mr Squirrel, you can be on your way to help someone else for a while.
So you see the danger of procrastination and pottering about doing not very much really, is that it becomes an open invitation for the squirrel to visit.