These are two inch hexagons: that is, each side measures an inch, and they are two inches across at the widest point.  Having got back, a while back I dumped them all out on the desk, after hours, collecting them into the traditional hexagon flower.  I’ve said it before, I do love playing with the colors.

And there is a storage system.  You take some of your paper towel half-sheets, cut them in half again, and you have a paper towel square just a little wider than a flower made of two-inch hexagons.  Stack them, pack them in a baggie, and you can figure out what to do with them sometime later in the life. There is a rice bag in the works.

I am that pleased with my work. Hand stitched together and no, well, little stitching showing. I must crow … just the littlest bit. This is one of two of the four panels to the rice bag.

Isn’t it just a goddamn shame that Donald J. Trump has no comprehension of the value of stitching hexagons. Such a blessing it would have been to the citizens of Lesotho, Africa.

So, all these will make only four flowers, one for each of the four panels of the rice bag. What on earth will I do with all the others? There is a linen shirt to be embellished. Of this linen shirt, you have yet to hear. I will have to take a picture. It, also, dates to many, many years previous, and I don’t wear it because it makes me look fat. I know, … don’t quite spit derision.

This will be the third panel, though I haven’t shown you the previous two. It is that difficult to keep it all straight.

But I have, today, the 24th of August, stitched this panel together, and very pretty it does look. I wish I could do something for the single mothers of Lesotho, Africa, who have lost their jobs and can no longer pay their childrens’ school fees.