Can one ever have too many seasonal cloth napkins? Is there really such a thing as an overabundance of soft, gentle, go-ahead-and-use-them-everyday kitchen linens? It’s been over two years since I made my first set of napkins out of quilting cottons, and in that time I have not bought a single package of paper napkins.
And why would I want to? These feel so much better on our faces than the paper ones do, and they are environmentally-friendly. I keep a basket of them in the kitchen, and when one becomes dirty, I just toss it in the laundry basket with whatever load is next to be washed. We rotate through a stack of about 25 of them, and as long as I keep up with the laundry, we never run out.
I also find them to be a great way to celebrate the changes of the seasons in my kitchen. I have one set of “everyday” prints that are just your basic reds and blues, and coordinate with the blue and white of the kitchen table. When summer comes, I switch them out for some kitschy lemons & cherries. In the fall, I’ve got leaves and pumpkins to look forward to, and there’s a special Christmas set, too.
It sounds silly, I suppose, but I’ve really come to enjoy the changing of the seasonal linens.
As time has gone on, I’ve made coordinating aprons and table mats for most of these sets using leftover fabric. The fabric collections I chose, though, are becoming hard to find these days. I would jump at the chance to accumulate a few more precious fat quarters if I were to find them.
As it turns out, I got pretty lucky last week online. And I did, indeed, jump. New fabrics in all three of the collections I was longing for. My stash is so happy now.
This afternoon I cranked out nine new Fall napkins in colors we didn’t have before. I had pumpkins on green and brown, but never on white. And I had leaves on orange but never on blue. These things excite me – what can I say?
I have an 18″x9″ piece of each of these nine prints leftover now, and probably some scraps from before, and they’re screaming Fall Quilt at me. I’m trying to ignore them, as even a lap quilt will inevitably require more fabric than I’ve got, but I’m not having a whole lot of luck. I mean, really. October nights were made for sitting on the couch under a quilt-in-progress, hand-sewing a binding, weren’t they? Who am I to argue with that logic?