Scraps are the bane of my life: I hate throwing them out, and I hate keeping them as they pile up adding to the mess.
These little strips of antique linen had languished long enough. I lined them up and saw that if I stitched them together, they would make one piece, a background. I embroidered various embroidery stitches on it, because what else would I do on a small piece of linen?
When finished it loosely resembled those old sample pieces stitched onto blue paper. Blue paper... I recalled saving some blue wrapping paper and went looking for it. I cut out a piece and stitched the sampler onto it.
Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown
Showing posts with label fabric scraps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fabric scraps. Show all posts
Friday, November 30, 2012
Friday, August 19, 2011
Friday's child
[Some] objects of my affection, made by me, more's the satisfaction.
Stitched words
Image transfers
A plaster-cast dolly
Ná bris do loigrín ar stól nach bhfuil i do shlí. (Do not break your shin on a stool that is not in your way.)
Stitched words
Image transfers
A plaster-cast dolly
Ná bris do loigrín ar stól nach bhfuil i do shlí. (Do not break your shin on a stool that is not in your way.)
Labels:
fabric scraps,
stitching,
vintage vignettes
Monday, February 07, 2011
Scrappy happy
Why I can't live without my fabric scraps (well, I can, but you get my drift).
I don't trim my scraps; instead I look for a shape within the scrap of fabric and gather/twist/sew the shape that manifests itself.
I don't trim my scraps; instead I look for a shape within the scrap of fabric and gather/twist/sew the shape that manifests itself.
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