I recently visited a local flea market that sells vinyl so I could get the material for a truck decal that I promised a friend. Of course I can’t go in and not mosey around, taking in all that I find so visually pleasing. I just love antiques and shopping in thrift stores, yard sales and the like. Among the timeworn items, unique decor and random treasures was a basket of fabric! So much fabric!
I wanted it all! I am obsessed with vintage quilting fabrics and especially random fabrics in the same color group. Walking through a fabric store is overwhelming with all of the pretty fabrics, bright colors and modern prints. But there is something about muted colors or those in the primary group, small floral prints or fabrics that you can tell what decade they belonged in. I would love to someday make a rainbow quilt so scrappy that no two fabrics are the same. That is definitely on my quilting bucket list!
I knew I needed to show the teeniest bit of restraint and not grab the entire basket of fabric scraps. In hindsight, I wish I would have rescued all of the pieces and brought them home with me! However, I plucked out the red fabrics and headed to the register while trying to hide my excitement over this haul.
The shopkeeper asks me, “Do you quilt?”
It was a simple yes or no question. But I didn’t know how to answer!
Since I do not quilt in the fancy ways of more experienced quilters with long arm quilting machines and I have only made a few to date, could I really consider the few blankets I have made as quilts? Would that actually mean that I have quilted? Does that make me a quilter? To say that it is and that I am seems a bit silly to me.
I said, “Well, I like to collect fabric and sometimes sew them together”.
That was just about the dorkiest answer I could have given! I have never been very good with words, during a real-time conversation. I usually get tongue-tied, forget words completely or just draw a blank on how to respond.
But it is the exact truth.
I love finding fabric that has spent years hiding, tucked into a closet and long forgotten when its intended purpose was fulfilled. I love taking them home and filing them into my grandfather’s old chest of drawers, reserved for my own collection, which my youngest daughter so thoughtfully arranged in color order. And I love to see the large variety of fabrics I have been able to collect in the last year and a half.
I collect fabric and sometimes sew them together.