More on rag balls

Imagine my delight when I dove into my paltry fabric stash to find...animal print!

Never mind that the fabric is what my friend Stephanie would call, "slickery." Never mind that it lacks body. Would that stop a pioneer woman? Or a Depression-era homemaker? I think not. She'd recycle the slippery stuff into a new dress or quilt or Sunday go-to-meeting blouse with nary a thought.

Truth be told, there's been some investment to accrue the necessary fabric for this project--from the Ross bed linens aisle. But the rest will come from project remnants. And maybe a long-targeted t-shirt or two from Mr. Nake-id's bureau.

(Wait, did I say that?)

 

 

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