After all of the manliness of the Western Kaleidoscope and Bricks and Mortar memory quilts, I was ready for a girly-girl fix and fast. My Marmalade fat eighth bundle fit the bill nicely and I was so excited to cut into it that I actually pressed it while drinking my coffee this morning. That never happens. I am a coffee before anything else kinda girl, but I have literally been drooling over this fabric for months. Months, I tell you. Non-quilters don't really get it when quilters describe fabric as yummy or delicious (and I know I'm not the only one). I know I've been the recipient of more than a few befuddled looks when I've chosen to use these words where fabric is concerned. But y'all- there is just no other way to say it. This fabric is delicious! I just want to love on it- and if I could eat it, I would! I decided to cut a single square from one of the largest print fat eighths for the center of the quilt. The rest, I cut in half lengthwise (super easy cutting- score!). I ordered them into color piles, and just went to town at my machine. I sewed in a spiral, and basically made a giant log cabin block measuring 64 inches square. I think it's a great "bang for your buck" pattern- really quick and easy, but looks great. I pieced the back from leftover strips and also added some Kona Tarragon (which will also be my binding) and some cool orange polkadot fabric strips. The blue isn't showing up well in the pictures, but it's the same awesome shade of Tiffany blue in the Marmalade fabric. Come to think of it, the color quality of this picture leaves a lot to be desired, but that's what happens when I finish something at night and my unfortunate lack of patience takes over. I basted it this evening (basting- ugh) and can't wait to get it quilted and bound. The lighting is making the backing look more loose than it really is. It's actually pretty tight. I'm calling it Ring Around the Rosy- which I know is really a song about the plague, but I'm choosing to ignore that and instead focus on all of the memories I have singing this as a child and spinning myself into a dizzy oblivion.
