A few months ago, I bought some of this Kaffe Fassett striped fabric. I don't know the name (not on the selvage, nor can I find it online easily -- grrr!), but here it is:
I just loved the colours in the fabric and thought it would be great in a concentric square block quilt or in something similar to this Kaffe Fassett and Liza Prior Lucy's Hankerchief Corners quilt.
I naively thought I'd be able to find some compatible colours in my stash, but that was not the case. There is absolutely nothing similar in either colour or hand of the fabric. So that poor stripe sat alone in my stash, feeling different and alone (though not unloved). Yesterday, I went back to the store to find some fabric for another project, when I saw some of the rest of the Kaffe line. Just had to pick up some friends for my lonely stripe!
Oh, I just remembered that I have a skirt made with similar material that I found last summer (pointed it out to Chuck and, lo and behold, the 'boys' bought it for me for my birthday!). No wonder I loved the stripe fabric. Similar, no?
This skirt is also unlike anything else I have in my wardrobe, and it really isn't my style, but I really like it. It is also completely impractical for the life I lead running around after three little boys, but I vow to wear it more this year.
Hmm, I wonder if I subconsciously bought the stripe fabric because I felt guilty for not wearing the skirt more. And if I take that logic and extend it...Oh my goodness, I'm making a quilt for a skirt?!
Well on that bizarre note, I'm going to go finish a project while watching "That Skirt's Just Not That Into You"...I mean He's Just Not That Into You.