My garden is flush this year with an abundance of delicate columbine. Perched atop tall, slender stems, their blossoms range from the lightest, palest blush of pinky-lavender . . .
to blues . . .
and purples . . .
They remind me of a beautiful vintage quilt that came into my possession about 10 years ago. From a distance it's beautiful,
but on closer inspection, some of the fabrics are quite damaged.
It's a shame, really, and it's too extensive of a repair job for me to undertake, so I wondered how else I could use this quilt.
Every bit of it is hand-pieced, as well as hand-quilted, as you can see from the tiny, even stitches on the back.
After several days of working up the courage, I finally got out my best fabric scissors and began cutting from one edge of the quilt, while Baby supervised:
After I trimmed a bit, some sweet quilted stars emerged:
And I knew exactly what to do with them!
and purples . . .
