Hand pieced over paper with cotton quilting thread.
And from the back, with the papers still in place:
Waste really bothers me, particularly silk. Trimming patches to size and cutting circles inevitably leaves some tiny pieces that might be thrown away. The very phrase ‘thrown away’ sounds somehow distasteful, disrespectful. ‘Given away’ is OK; even ‘sold’ is OK – but ‘thrown away’… away where? Everything ends up somewhere. Everything comes from somewhere. Everything is made of the same atoms that have been recycled since the beginning of time. Everything is potentially ancient and precious and may have lived many lives. So I’m trying to do something with the bits that are left over:
I don’t know what this will be, or how (or if) I will be able to use it. I laid all the silk waste bits and trimmings onto a small piece of cotton fabric and covered it with very sheer chiffon. I’ll stitch it all down to secure it. I’ve also started a pot of thread waste: the 3-4″ ends of thread left at the end of a row of stitching, fibres that fray off bits of fabric, tacking thread. When I have enough of it, I’ll use it as stuffing or wadding (batting) in something.