Walking through the kitchen yesterday, I spotted a one of our log cabin potholders sitting on the table and found myself smiling. Immediately, I decided that I needed to make more little log cabins. I rummaged through the scrap bin, pulling a handful of pinks, blues and greens that were left over from various camera straps and Jane's quilt. I brought them downstairs to the family room (where I have been sewing lately) and set them on the table for later. After dinner, I spent forty minutes stitching and cutting. It was fun and satisfying. It also reminded me that sometimes I just need a little time to play with fabric – no agenda, cutting without a ruler, sewing strips together willy-nilly, making for making's sake.
Also, is it crazy that spying little handmade things makes me insanely happy?