like the corners of my mind, Misty water-coloured memories ..."
Sorry. I've been told (repeatedly) that I shouldn't subject anyone to my singing. By all accounts it's pretty awful. I only know of one person in the world who disagrees ... and that's me. In my mind I sound EXACTLY like Barbra Streisand.
And Celine Dion.
And Barry Manilow.
And the Doobie Brothers.
And Shirley Bassey. (I do an awesome "Goldfinger", btw, 'cause I sing "FING-GAAAA" just like she does.)
Memories is what I want to talk about today. Not like the ones I just had about my dad's record collection, but rather the quilting of them.
My new scrap quilt - inspiration/pattern courtesy of "Sunday Morning Quilts" - is a virtual patchwork (pun intended) of memories.
Every single piece came from my stash. Most came from my scrap bin. (Guess I just outed myself for "liquidating" didn't I! LOL!) So I can look at each little bit of fabric in this quilt and remember any number of things:
- when, where, why I bought it, or
- who gave it to me
- what I made from it
- who I made it for
- why I made it
Here, let me take you down my memory lane for a second.
Made my first set of drapes with this Laura Ashley fabric.
You may think by looking at this pretty little print that I had a very lovely bedroom in my childhood home. You would be wrong.
I WAS allowed to replace the hideous 1960s gold polyester fire hazards that I probably could have sold for a million dollars to the Madmen set designers. But I was NOT allowed to replace the 1970s beige walls and 1980s dark chocolate carpet. But at least my homemade drapes went with the Holly Hobbie paint by number art on the walls that my Aunt made for me & my sister when we were younger. I am not even joking about that.
This is the very first thing I ever bought on eBay - Laura Ashley fabric.
Shock and awe.
Walked into a local quilt store, saw the entire line of this fabric, died, went to heaven, came back and bought ALL of it.
Then crossed my fingers that I would get pregnant and have a baby girl so I could make something for her. Lucky for me I had 2 girls ...
and enough fabric to make a quilt for both of them with the stuff ... which oddly enough I don't really care for so much anymore.
The fabric, I mean, not the girls. ;)
Leftovers from my most recent MBOM quilt.
A bit of Susan Branch fabric that I fussy cut.
Because it just so happens we were married at 4:00. And plus I really like clocks.
Made a skirt for my kitchen sink with that fabric.
Scraps gifted to me from my BFF when she was cleaning out her scrap bin.
She's not burdened with sentimentality like I am. She's lovely.
And I totally admire her aversion to clutter and hoarding.
From a placemat I made for my daughter's school lunch bag.
I could go on for hours but I'm afraid your eyes would start to roll back into your head and then you'd lose conciousness, 'cause it just occurred to me that telling you ALL about my scraps and their histories is probably a lot like me trapping you at a cocktail party and forcing you to look at all 5,673 of my vacation photos, LOL!
But my point - and yes I have one - is that there's something so magically and exponentially special about a scrap quilt vs any other. It's a treasured trail of bread crumbs left by a quilter along his/her journey of passion, creativity, growth & evolution as a person who expresses themselves by making things with fabric.
At least that's how I feel.
I don't know how you feel about scrap quilts. But I'd bet the farm if you don't at least PARTLY agree with my above declaration then you simply haven't made one yet.
Either that or you're totally dead inside.
In which case, "Don't come any closer ... I'm armed with a rotary cutter ... and the safety guard is OFF!"