This morning I spent some time on an upcycling project.
Let me back-up. I have a 9-year-old boy. Do you know how hard boys are on their jeans? I buy twice as many jeans for him as I do my girls, and not a single one can be handed down to his younger friend Ethan. My son blows out the knees in e-v-e-r-y single pair he owns. Wait, I take that back: he declared one pair of straight-leg jeans as being “skinny” jeans and he apparently abhors the look on the male gender.
And have I ever told you that my grandmother raised her kids through the great depression? This impacted my youth because I got a lot of “you should save that to use it again later,” or “that’s perfectly good ______” (fill in the blank: food, fabric, wool, etc). Grandma Violet didn’t really harp on me that much, but she did instill a distaste for waste. Thus, I’ve been “saving” jeans with blown out knees.
And finally I’ve done a little something with them: my first ever log cabin quilt blocks.
The middle red was a leftover half yard of twill. The khaki fabric is actually from worn out pants of mine and my husband. This block features the only “brand” from the one pair that I bought my daughter, who also blew out the knees of these.
I’m making just 40 of these blocks. For now I’m at a standstill as I’m out of the khaki flavor and will have to wait until someone in my family tosses out a pair. That’s fine by me because I’ve been working at this:
This will become something pretty for the bedroom, and the embroidery is nearly done. More on that coming in a few weeks (lots of paper grading will soon deter my crafty endeavors – boo).