In exchange for the scraps I made a few of them into a fabric bucket bag, which I gave as a gift to become a new scrap bag.
What I didn't realise what that this is a magic scrap bag, every so often it refills itself.
The contents are glorious scraps of colour and pattern,
I select the blues and greens and try to create order from chaos.
I took the scraps on my running away weekend.
the net result of which was approximately 47 cups of tea, the occasional glass of wine, and 270 triangle corner squares.
I think I almost have enough now.