As a kid, I remember my grandmother and mother using material remnants to make Crazy Quilts. Never ones to throw away perfectly good fabric, they would create blankets with no recognizable blueprint.
My first unsupervised sewing project was to deconstruct several pair of old jeans, and piece together a pillow cover. I think I still have that pillow somewhere
Nowadays, I crochet more than I sew. I have an overabundance of miscellaneous yarn left over from other projects, but not enough of one color to make anything usable. Together though, all of those partial skeins will make a bricolage afghan.
My mother and I were at an auction recently, when they started auctioning off a bunch of crazy quilts. My mother, who is a stickler for symmetry in color and form, was aghast at some of the designs. I was sitting there thinking about the labor and love that went into them, even though they’re not my “thing”. To each their crazy own. 🙂
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How I love it when I have to dig out the dictionary . . . bricolage!!! Love it. And, love the piece.
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We had similar grandmothers. Mine made afghans
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