You might notice that my quilts look a little bit different than Luanne's. Hers are meticulously crafted traditional patterns, with thousands of pieces and lots of extras, like piping in the borders. And you can guarantee that all her corners meet perfectly.
My quilts, on the other hand, are, well, a bit odd.
Ok, maybe odd's a little to harsh. Eccentric, maybe?
I have always been interested in the folksy aspect of early quilts- how some ancient housewife, in a fit of make-do, put a bunch of odd scraps of fabric together and made a blanket. And the fun part is the colors in these quilts don't quite match, the fabrics are faded and shifted. If they ran out of bits of one kind of fabric, they substituted another of similar color. Yet the whole quilt pattern hangs together in glorious cohesiveness.
Sigh.
I admit that I have never consciously thrown out a piece of fabric. And I swear ugly material reproduces when packed in plastic bins. In order to get rid of the ugly and/or ridiculously outdated fabric I must sew it up into a quilt. Therefore, my quilts are different.
I also admit that I sometimes see a quilt as a large, blank canvas. It's just real slow making a picture when you have to use scraps of fabric and embroidery floss.
J.
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