and so I am beginning the border. There are 2500 of these little diamonds needing to be sewn together. Some are printed and sewn and even pressed and some do not yet exist in the actual world. They are in a state of preexistence, an apriori of quilted I find it strangely satisfying to sit and stitch these little bits. Like pulling up to a plate of cookies and a nice cold glass of milk. Hits the spot.
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...
Saturday, May 09, 2009
inklinko
and so I am beginning the border. There are 2500 of these little diamonds needing to be sewn together. Some are printed and sewn and even pressed and some do not yet exist in the actual world. They are in a state of preexistence, an apriori of quilted I find it strangely satisfying to sit and stitch these little bits. Like pulling up to a plate of cookies and a nice cold glass of milk. Hits the spot.
I love the moments of just sitting down and doing handwork, somehow it is busy yet relaxing at the same time!
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