So the red square up top. Made last night. Late. Was thinking of something I saw on Liz's blog. Moving to Texas 2.0. Not in my sidebar- since sidebar hasn't been up dated in years.
I saw the red square. And I wanted to make one. And I went looking for solid reds. I don't have any. The center is a orange red from a linen pocket I removed from a tunic that- while wildly stylish- made me look like a red linen BARN. I thought removing the pockets would lessen the width. No. But I never sewed the pockets back.
Nothing was found in the Small Closet. And it was night time. Light wasn't good. So I came back to the couch and in the bag of "too busy French squares with circles very carefully hand appliquéd" I found one square of this pattern red that read as a solid. Ish. I cut the square into quarters. Watched John Wick being beaten to a pulp and shot multiple times- then sewed the four to this center. Then searched for another square in the bag. Cut it into quarters and then watched John Wick fight a girl in a mirrored closet for 30 minutes- it seemed. Finished the Square.
It radiates so much energy- I half expect it to levitate.
1 comment:
there is something so centering, so calming, about nine-patches ... even with a color as intense as red
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