I spent an entirely quiet day in my sewing room and just played. I am listening to "Peony Love", by Lisa See which isnot actually quiet and is a lovely peaceful way to spend the day. I sorted fabric and found some "crumb" blocks and left over blocks from projects of the past. Fun to put them together and see what comes up. I am not thrilled with the red but it was in my pile so I used it. I have no idea where this will end up but I am sure It will find a home some day, when it has grown up and become a real quilt with quilting and everything.
My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
Monday, February 18, 2008
Playing with leftovers
I spent an entirely quiet day in my sewing room and just played. I am listening to "Peony Love", by Lisa See which isnot actually quiet and is a lovely peaceful way to spend the day. I sorted fabric and found some "crumb" blocks and left over blocks from projects of the past. Fun to put them together and see what comes up. I am not thrilled with the red but it was in my pile so I used it. I have no idea where this will end up but I am sure It will find a home some day, when it has grown up and become a real quilt with quilting and everything.
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