I made these stacks of snowball blocks at least two January's ago, and that's as far as I got with them. The green and red prints are from some feedsacks given to me by my husband's grandmother. The soft, white corners are from flour sacks she gave me, too. My intent was to lay them out, alternating colors, for a Christmas quilt. As you can see, they still sit quietly, waiting. I don't know what made me pull them out this week, but for whatever reason, they are speaking to me now. Seems sort of silly with Christmas over, but who am I to argue when inspiration strikes? And who knows, maybe my interest will wane, but for now, I'm going to follow the call of the feedsacks.