Oh, how these potholders flowed. If it was an animated short, you would have seen the fabric dancing around on my floor and worktable, jumping in at just the right moment, finding its place in each potholder.
What a joy.
This is the beauty of someone else’s scraps. I never would have made these potholders if I had chosen the fabric from a store. I’d never have those little rabbit and owl heads peeking over the fabric like they do. That fox’s body would not be elegantly, yet unintentionally cropped. And all those little pieces of fabric, from so many different people never would have come together in that way
I’m in the potholder zone so I’m going with it. Last thing I want to do is piss off my muse.