What is it about taking a good look into someone else’s sewing space – especially the fabric stash –that piques our interest?
Stash-Speak amongst quilters is akin to the juicy gossip that goes around the water cooler in the office, or the line at the grocery store.
“Did you hear about Louise? She has so much fabric she could sink a battle ship!”
“REALLY!? Doesn’t she know that enough is enough is enough?”
“Evidently not! I heard she just signed up for the bus trip on the Row by Row experience shop hop –she is determined to visit all of the shops between Bangor, Maine and Key West, Florida!”
And so we giggle. Because we understand.
But there is a bit of a serious come-uppence happening here, down between these basement walls that house my Quiltville studio space.
Just going through these fat quarters alone has taught me A LOT.
First of all – I love my fabric. I honestly seriously do. I think when we buy fabric, we are not just buying something tangible, we are buying dreams and possibilities of what this item can become.
It’s not “JUST” a piece of fabric –it’s a piece of who we are, or who we want to be. Our individual fabric stashes are as varied as each of our personalities and interests. No two stashes are alike!
In this beloved stash are dreams of gifts for loved-ones-to-come. It’s something special that will mark a birth, a death, a wedding, a graduation as an important event in our lives.
SO many overwhelming possibilities to be.
The fact of the matter is – it’s easy to accumulate fabric, nearly everywhere we go –and buying fabric, being in shops, hanging with other quilters makes us feel like “I AM A QUILTER.” We belong. We associate. We relate to others of our kind.
But when cupboards are burgeoning….with possibilities unrecognized, unrealized --
Am I a quilter, just because I can shop? Anyone can shop!
I didn’t buy all of this to let it sit and age out!
I am SERIOUSLY going on a fabric diet.
I want to be able to call myself a quilter because I MAKE QUILTS. Not because I shop.
That’s like saying “I’m a cook!” And all I do is buy groceries that fill the fridge and no one eats them, and when things go bad, we toss them out.
Yes, Bonnie, you have enough neutrals…stop shopping, start quilting!
I love my fabric. But fabric alone does not make me a quilter. And no matter how much I love my fabric, buying fabric as a form of self-medication and justification -- it is never going to love me back.
And neither does this:
And neither does this:
How many machines does one quilter need?
With all of the money in the world, you could by as many priceless violins as you can afford…but owning the violins alone does not make you a musician. You have to take the time to learn to play.
It’s easy to buy. It’s wonderful to collect, and to have.
But to what end?
Are you in the same boat that I am? Are you feeling this way too?
Then let’s DO SOMETHING about it! Let’s start sewing more. Don’t just add to the stash ---let’s see what we can DO WITH IT.
And I can say this because I am feeling grumpy that I have been at book writing nearly my entire time home this month, I feel like I’m not getting far enough, fast enough, there are some road blocks that are keeping me from making the progress I thought I would because this process is much differently laid out than it was for me with the last 5 books….it’s a different learning school and I’m struggling.
And I just REALLY REALLY REALLY want to SEW!
But someone did the shop hop FOR me!
Thank you Connie for the wonderful license plate! I love it – and I didn’t have to enter the quilt shop to get one!
I’m working here at my desk until about 5pm when we will head to the cabin for the weekend. My hind end will be in my comfy chair binding two quilts until completion. They need to be sent off next week to Colorado – all six of them.
Block samples and step outs are kitted up.
And there went my month of July –how is yours going?