And then as if by magic, just as I was coming to the end of blocks to choose from for No. 40, some more block-bearing parcels appeared.
Soy Amado No. 41, snapped outside a beach kiosk closed up for the day in the sinking evening sun.
Blocks that I felt were strong in colour and would all play nicely together.
As always, I love it when someone makes a Soy Amado block.
And a really random back. I love that world map fabric.
And an obligatory close-up for you.
And me breaking all the etiquette rules and standing on a picnic table.
Although technically I'm only standing on the chair bit.
And quilts are exempt from that rule.
So that's OK then.