I get giddy over sampler quilts. Not the kind with a dozen twelve inch blocks -- the kind that represent an insane long term committment. If there's a sampler quilt book, I've either got it or I want it. Not that I've started any of them yet.
Except for the Hobo Quilt.
This may be the messiest, fiddliest project I've got going. It's a mix of applique and piecing and all of the little pieces are odd sizes and different colors so I wind up cutting each one individually. I'm working from my stash of thrift store shirts and obsessing over every last fabric choice.
And, as crazy as it makes me, I do love it. I want to make the big version of the quilt, which calls for sixty blocks. I didn't realize until I pulled it out today that I've got almost half of them done. Maybe it's time to make some more.
Judy is planning a UFO Parade on April 15, and I'm pulling my UFOs together for my entry.