A few years ago when I first started quilting it seemed as though every quilt blogger was trying out – and loving – improv piecing. I remember seeing so many pretty quilts and thinking to myself, "That looks like fun! I can do that!"
A quick rummage through my stash revealed a stack of solids, leftover from an older project. Score! I started cutting, pressing and sewing with gusto. A few days later I had 20 or so blocks finished and I couldn't wait to...
... hide them at the bottom of my UFO pile.
I wasn't just that the colors weren't "me". I simply didn't enjoy the process or the results. I like modern quilts, but I still have a huge traditionalist streak running through me.
But even though I couldn't bear to look at those bright little blocks, I also couldn't bring myself to throw them away. So they languished in my UFO pile for a good eight or nine months before I finally took a second look.
Flash forward to last year's Festival of Scrappiness over at Stitched in Color when I happened to come across those lonely little blocks while organizing my sewing desk. I think the passage of time helped make them a little more palatable, because for some reason I picked up a wacky coordinating print and decided to turn them into a baby quilt for donation.
I no longer hated those improv blocks, but I wouldn't say we were friends either. So I put the top away, this time at the top of my UFO pile.
I think it's finally grown on me. I kind of like it... a little bit.
But I'm still no improv girl.