The fabric scraps are colorful and have been around for a very long time. The stacks of fabric have been passed from one person to the next. Ideas floated about what could be made. Finally making their way to me. I started cutting out a cute little elephant pattern. Some of the material was vintage. As I sewed the elephants they took on their own individual characteristics. Each one cute as ever. I just sewed not knowing what I would do with these little guys. Just creating was rejuvenating. The room which started out neat and organized was slowly becoming a messy mess. Fabric tossed here and there as ideas were tossed about, trying to decide which would look the best. The hum of the sewing machine drowned out by my voice singing to the tunes on the radio. Hmmm.