It turns out apple pie is really a carrot.

In an effort to keep our childrens' fingers on the pulse of this quilt from beginning to end, I had two of our classmates (and one very willing neighbor) organize the garbage bag of scrap donations from the Whole 9 Yards.

Naturally, three boys have better things to do than organize fabric into piles according to color.

It took the smell of two baking apple pies (that lasted an agonizing hour in the oven; not to mention an agonizing hour of me hearing, "Are the pies done yet?") to spring them into action.

And just like that, one pie and one bag of fabric scraps:  dusted.