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Hexagon hand-towel




A super quick make this afternoon - a hand towel for the kitchen.  I had no idea I was going to do this until I was rummaging through my fabric stash and found this piece of heavy linen that has been forgotten for years.   It's the perfect weight for a hand towel and I've managed to use up a few more scraps to match the colours of my kitchen.



The little piece of aqua fabric is one of my favourites.  Had it for years and my supply has been dwindling, finally down to the last little piece.   It was a quick pin-down and run along with the machine.



As you can see, a close inspection of my hexagon shows rather uneven stitches.   I blame it on my eyesight (and sewing whilst watching the TV).  Pinned into place and then edged around carefully with the machine.   I've even managed to add a little loop which is the tiniest scrap of ribbon I spied in the corner of my sewing table just as I was stitching to the corner.... I'll have that!   These are half inch hexies, made up of the tiniest scraps which were really too small to do anything else with.   




Draped over the oven handle to show the prettiest edge, hubby had better not use it to wipe up a fur ball the cat has left behind.   Most of my tea-towels have a tragic demise at his hands.   I don't suppose it will last long, but it was a quick run up that I've enjoyed stitching together this afternoon.

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