It was a plain olive green pillow, and I decided to dig deeper into my scraps and make a cover for it. I am so pleased with this side. I love it. I was thinking "rich red" and I love the results.
It's not shown in the photos, but I installed a dark zipper along one of the purple edges so the cover can be removed from the pillow.
But I'm not very fond of this side. I handquilted a large spiral on it in green perle cotton. I can't quite figure out why I don't like this side.
Walk with me down this rabbit trail that will lead back to the patchwork: I was thinking of outfits this morning as I dragged my market cart home through the slush. How some people match up all their colors very carefully and that bores me. Then some people put on such a random assortment of clothes, styles, prints, and colors that I'm confused: did they just put on the nearest things at hand? This train of thought led to a new, helpful metaphor for myself: I want my clothes and patchwork to be in harmony. I am blending several notes that are beautiful together, not the same (matching) note over and over, but also not a fist-thump on the keyboard with discordant notes. Occasionally there's an unexpected grace note. Harmonious.
I'm not ready to ditch the time and fabric that went into the un-harmonious side of the pillow. I am pondering what else to do to it to make it blend or burst forth or turn into more than the sum of its parts. Any ideas?