Gridlock Begat . . . .

There are a couple of passages in the Bible that are downright dull and deadly reading. They're commonly called "The Begats," which matter a lot if you're heavily into Biblical genealogy. They explain who was born to whom for generation upon generation. I've never cared a whole lot about these expositions of lineage, but this afternoon as I finished up yet another project from the same set of fabrics, it occurred to me that I made my fourth Gridlock quilt and . . .

Gridlock begat a multitude of scraps, out of which came . . .

. . . a real nice baby quilt, but there were abundant scraps remaining and so . . ,

 

. . . those scraps begat Blur and still there were scraps remaining . . . 

and they begat another baby quilt!

And there are still plenty of scraps, but I think I've run my course with this colorway at present. Perhaps it is time to press them and store them according to color, something I've considered for a while but never thought I'd have the stamina to do. Or, more likely, give them away to a scrap collector I'm fond of. Whatever.

And I think I need to look at some neutrals. Or reds and yellows. Or black and white. Or almost anything but teal, violet, magenta, pink and chartreuse!