In Which My Studio Becomes a Foxhole

I like to think that I don't have to jump on every single quilting bandwagon that comes across the internet. I generally don't want to make what everyone else seems to be making. Usually, if anything, I'm late to the party -- having decided to get involved with a particular popular pattern, block, or technique well after most people have moved on.

But every once in a while . . . .

Or perhaps I'm behind once again. I made my first Fancy Fox block yesterday, followed in rapid succession by nineteen more. The pattern is by Elizabeth Hartman and I bought two of it last month -- one to keep and one to give.  The pattern comes in two forms: via snail mail or downloadable pdf. The instructions are clear. The illustrations are full color, explicit, and plentiful. I'm so smitten with the foxes that I went ahead and bought Elizabeth's Hazel Hedgehog pattern, too. You can buy the patterns directly from Elizabeth or from a bunch of other on-line sources. Use your Google.

The foxes are addictive. With the current baby boom in my extended world, I'm making baby quilts. The first set of twenty is made from a layer cake I had from before I took the pledge, and fabrics are perfect and gender neutral. Already I've cut strips for a "boy" version and a "girl" version.

And then it will be on to the hedgehogs!

Oh, and I solemnly swear that Elizabeth Hartman has paid me no money, fabric, patterns or other compensation of any kind. Heck, she doesn't even know I'm writing this