This week’s installment of Lupine and Laughter, felt a little less “lupine” and a whole lot more “laughter”—specifically the slightly unhinged, quilter-on-hour-three-of-cutting kind. I have started the clues each week Bonnie released them, but I am clearly working to my own rhythm on this project when it comes to finishing them. ๐
Clue 7 called to me today, with its cheerful instructions, and right there in the middle of them was the line that struck fear into the heart of every scrap-loving quilter: "trim the seam allowance"
“Trim off the kitty ears?”
Excuse me? Trim them off?
As in… throw them away?
As in… waste them?
Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. You know us too well. You knew this would cause a stir.
Now, I’m a rule follower when it comes to mystery quilts (mostly—don’t ask about Clue 3). So I dutifully trimmed off those little triangles.
But as they started piling up beside my machine like a tiny mountain of potential, I could hear the whispers:
“Don’t toss us.”
“We could be something.”
“Surely this quilt needs a coordinating mini-quilt? Or maybe a mug rug? A coaster? A small but mighty cat-sized cape?”
Who am I to ignore the pleas of triangles?
So instead of brushing them into the trash—because we all know that was never going to happen—I started chaining the little cat-ear half-square-triangle pairs together. One after another, like a parade of miniature possibilities, sewing themselves into… well… something.
What something?
Honestly, no idea.
Right now I have a growing chain of teeny tiny HSTs, absolutely adorable, completely unnecessary, and full of chaotic promise. Will they become a border? A pincushion? A tiny emotional-support quilt for when Clue 8 hits? I genuinely do not know.
But I’m sewing them anyway.
Because if quilting has taught me anything, it’s this:
Always save the scraps. One quilt's scraps could provide another entire quilt (it at least a portion thereof).
So check back next week—or possibly in three months when I rediscover this pile and wonder what past-me was thinking—and we’ll find out together what these tiny triangles evolve into.
Until then, may your seams be straight, your triangles behave, and your scraps inspire only slightly unhinged decisions.
Happy stitching!