I am totally in the mood for log cabins. I’d even like a real one, with a sagging porch overlooking the river, where I’d sit in a bent hickory rocking chair smoking peppermint in a corncob pipe or playing the spoons, getting up occasionally to sweep snake tracks out of the yard. Really, I am just an old pair of boots and a floor-length pinafore away from a full-on Granny Clampett, but anyhoo.
I guess I just felt like sitting down with my scraps basket and whipping up a few quilty things, so I started with these pincushions, and hoo! It’s so easy to get going, I can see another log cabin quilt happening around here pretty soon.