Camp Sefton Quilts - Part 1

And so it began . . . 

(If you missed the "introductory" post, click HERE)

Little Man had the most fun sorting through four crumb boxes of scraps on the studio floor. 

The printout in the foreground was the original inspiration image.

But when Little Man opened his Encanto book (with character figures) he asked to add the enclosed poster to the design wall.

He told me the "colors played nicely together."  

(oh my goodness - be still my heart)

Little Man earned highest honors for his pinning.

If one pin was good, five or six pins were better.  

He was diligent about placing the scraps on the wall so he (and I) could see what we had to work with.  

He was fascinated with the "really long" (aka WOF) strips.

As he pinned scraps to the wall, I started sewing the WOF strips together in the order he chose. 

I told him he was the designer and I would be the sewer.  After all, the project was his idea.

Late in the morning, I thought to get out the trays so he could arrange combinations on them and then bring the filled trays to the sewing machine.

He went faster than I did so we soon had quite a stack of filled trays.

DH stopped by and snapped this photo . . . 

At one point Little Man told me "we need more colors to play with" so he carefully chose four more crumb boxes of scraps and happily dumped them out on the floor.

 

All day Saturday (1-22) and Sunday (1-23)  Little Man continued to sort, pin, and arrange combinations while I continued to sew those groups together.

This photo shows how the second design wall looked late Sunday afternoon.  He was so excited and proud . . . 

Later, as I tucked him into bed , he very seriously asked me to 

"please keep sewing on our quilt while I go to school tomorrow."

And (of course) I promised him I would.

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I'll be back with Part 2 (of 6) on Wednesday.

 

Quiltdivajulie

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“There’s a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There’s magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that’s as old as the world itself. It’s in you too, my darling, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I’m sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.”

Kate Forsyth