The fabric bulged out of my scrap bin, threatening to pop the top off. I dumped the fabric on my studio floor and sorted through it. For a little while, the fabric lay in neat piles according to size and color on my work table.
Then I began making sense of the scraps, sewing them into potholders. Finding the colors and shapes that I intuitively felt work together, making something useful from chaos.
Trying to create beauty and order in that small part of my world.