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Work in Progress

IMG_0634During my word drought, I still have the need to create. So I chose to work on this wall hanging I began a few months ago. It’s a type of whimsical flag quilt. Of course, after I cut and sewed on all the flags, I got distracted with another project. That’s just like me! Why can’t I see something through to the finish? Without it taking years to complete? I made curtains for my sewing room. Well, one curtain. After I saw what my window looked like, I closed up my thread box and haven’t finished the other three windows in two years. Ahhh…

I’ve recently added the yellow strings and I’m working on including some more color with borders for this quilt. Forgive the wrinkles–it’s been smooshed into the corner of my work station. And it’s muslin. It’s being a bit stubborn.

I enjoyed picking out the different candied flags. I’m not sure where exactly it would look good. Perhaps a candy shop? The quilt I fashioned if from was made with lemon-lime colors and draped across a crib. It was quite cute. But I have no idea what I’ll do with this one!  Should I ever complete it. 🙂  I think I hear my dusty Etsy shop calling.

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Confessions of A Fabric Hoarder

12733968314_62fe646bf8_zLike candy for my eyes. No, it’s not a picture of my stash. Unfortunately, I have a bit more. But, isn’t it pretty? Oh, the possibilities! And, there is more people like me out there. (thank goodness!)

I’m sure everyone has something they collect. It’s crazy what draws people; cars, bugs, coins, spoons… you name it, we can find someone who has about fifty of them. Well, maybe not cars. Not all at once, anyway.

I read quilt patterns like a novel. I can sit in bed at night and marvel at foundation piecing, embroidery hangings, and how-to’s. There is so many I want to try, but so little time. And, my biggest problem is that once I make a block and tackle the complexity of it, I want to move on without finishing the entire piece. A problem I’m working on!

Because of my short term memory, I can go into my quilt room and find tops I actually finished and they can seem new to me:) But, back to fabric hoarding…I find myself always toggling between an online fabric shop and whatever else I’m doing. Am I the only one who shops, putting things in carts, then deleting the spree? But, it’s so much fun adding the items. Anyway, like I have the two hundred dollars stored in a whatever-I-want account. Occasionally, on my birthday or some other holiday that I’m supposed to get something, I process the cart. (then I tell my boyfriend I’ve got the gift thing covered! And inform him to just take the package from the mailman and wrap it before I see inside it). But, when it’s not an occasion where I’m supposed to be getting something, I wait in the bushes to collect the booty from the UPS guy, store it in the back of my car and wait until night fall to bring it in the house. Then I carry it to my closet and rip it open quietly. I smell it, touch each piece, then store it on the shelf for viewing. Later, when I’m sure no one is home, I sneak it downstairs and place it with all the other cuts. Yay! A new friend for all the others:) One day I’m going to make all of my pieces into one big thing! That’ll be the day:)

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Making it all make sense

law%20of%20gravity%20appleTo some, my joy of reading a fabric catalog cover to cover, nose to paper, is kinda crazy. But, according to my mother, it’s just what my grandmother would’ve enjoyed doing, herself.

I never knew that side of my grandmother. I only knew the woman who stood at the window, resting her elbow on her stomach, playing with her lips, and fussing about my granddad being late for supper. Or, the woman who offered you Juicy Fruit gum out of the broken coffee cup she kept on the top shelf of her cupboard, every time you came to visit.

But, my mother tells me that when she was growing up, her mother, my grandmother, was a fabric inspector. It probably went hand in hand with her love of sewing. My mother said she’d go over every inch that came through her line, checking for imperfections and snags. If she was lucky, she could bring some of the more flawed ones home. With them she’d make clothes and pillows. She had six daughters and one son, so I’m guessing the pillows came later in life, when she didn’t have to clothe her children.

My mother is not so much of a sewer. I think she tried, but never took to it. So, I almost feel as if it’s a privilege to have gotten the “fabric” gene of my grandmother’s. The last time I checked, I only have one other aunt that shares in the passion. Not one single cousin shows sign of this creative gene.

My post today was inspired because I think it’s so amazing how people have tendencies toward things. My “boyfriend” could be trapped in a city of fascinating architecture and never shut his gaping mouth, commenting on this and that of the structure. And, it’s due to his grandfather’s passion for building. He was a carpenter all his life. I suppose it was only fitting that his grandson grew up with the hunger of knowledge for how things were built and the different architecture styles and so forth.

With one little seed a multitude is planted. I’m curious to see if any of my children will take back after us. My oldest son is chin-deep in film production. They are outside right now filming a skit he’s written. I laugh as I look out the window at all of them participating, knowing that one day when he’s up on stage somewhere, accepting his award for outstanding director of a film production, I can think back to where it all began.

It circles around to knowing your passion. Follow it and it’ll lead you right to your path intended in life.

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To Etsy or not to Etsy

etsy-buttonThat is the question. I’ve had my “shop” on this site for a few years and never really plunged into it full time. At least more than twenty hours a month, I mean! I dabble at best. I’ll list some fabric I’m tired of looking at in my stash or make something to sell, but sometimes it’s a chore to just keep up an appearance. I will admit, I feel it’s gone a little too commercial in the last year or so. For example, now some of the vendors “send” their creations to warehouses to have them mass produced. Excuse me? It’s a handmade site, not a sweatshop. Now they have a category for handmade.

Although, I did love the vintage category. I would go into antique shops and find little goodies to either list as-is or I’d recycle them into new things. The only problem with that is I’d never want to sell what I did. And, all the little gems I’d come home with, I’d keep for myself. In this little Etsy venture to sell antiques, my shelves in the house are filling up with all my brainchildren ideas for the shop. But, they look so good in my own house:)

I did sell a rather large quilt that I made. It was like two hundred dollars. I was over the roof excited!! But, when I looked at it as I prepared it for shipping, I became sad. I worked a lot of hours and put a lot of my soul into that thing. I went to the quilt boutique and held up endless swatches to see what worked, I pieced and quilted the entire thing…and then I hand stitched the binding! It took me many hours to put that lovely summer quilt together. I just wondered if the recipient would appreciate all that went into it.

When I quilt for family, I know they realize the love that went into it just for them. And, I have a lot of joy giving my creations to people I know. I’m just not sure I want to keep putting my things out there anymore. But, I do love it when I see the little app come up, alerting me I have another sale! I’m so conflicted over the whole thing. Maybe I’ll put my next quilt up on the shop and see what happens. When it doesn’t sell I’ll be depressed and when it does I’ll be depressed. Is there any point?