I am not known for taking the conventional path.
The easy way and I are not always friends.
Sure I may have skated my way through much of grade school, but then in college I chose the gnarly 18+ credit load with a twenty hour a week job path.
I am as likely to make a convoluted situation simple, as I am a simple task complicated.
In absolute truth, it all has to do with what makes me happy at the moment.
Enter the kindergarten auction quilt.
No, not the third grade auction quilt I talked about yesterday, and not the kindergarten Artist in Residence banners, this is a totally different fabric project for school.
Ya. I know. I am off my nut.
So, I had come up with a fun, simple idea for a Signature Quilt with each kinder in little e's class decorating their own strip of fabric, putting them on the bias, building a quilt square around them, and making a lap quilt. (Ya, that might sound a lot like "blah, blah, blah" but bear with me here..) It was easy, simple, kid-arty, quick, and I was really, really not excited about it. I didn't love it. As in, I cleaned instead of making the test square. Three days in a row.
I was having so much fun working on the 3rd grade Under the Sea quilt... and I thought, "It will be easier to make a complicated, time consuming project with the kinders than to make something that I do not love."
See my definition of "easy". I might be just a little bit insane.
Enter the return of the House Quilt.
When Sweetheart G was in kindergarten, I made a twin sized house quilt. Each child drew a house, choose fabric for all the elements, and I pieced that puppy together... as in all enclosed seams, as in a paper pieced pattern for each house. That quilt was made to be used, washed, and loved by little hands.
I have scrapped my Signature Quilt idea. It is gone. Kaput. Like it never was. I am going to make a simplified version of the 2006 house quilt. It will be pieced, but it will be lap sized. I'm a little bit scared of all the stuff I have to get done, but I am also really excited. I have those tickly butterflies you get when that cool guy (or gal) you liked in high school said, "Hey" to you. Oh the possibilities! Excuse me.. I have some sewing to do.