The box was big and full of fabric. When Crik asked me if I wanted some of the fabric she had I didn’t expect so much and varied good stuff.
One of the things in the box was a black plastic bag with a note pinned on it. “Scraps From My Grandma”. They looked like they were from the 1970s.
Of course, my first thought was Potholders.
But the big bag of scarps was a little daunting. So many little pieces of fabric. So last night, as Jon watched and I listened to the Presidential Debate (I could never had sat through it without having something for my hands to do), I sorted the fabric by color.
This morning I’m washing them in small batches, some in the machine, some by hand. I won’t put them in the dryer, I’ll take them to my studio and iron them dry.
I’ll keep them separated in their piles and go through them one at a time, piecing together potholders.
