Thursday, April 10, 2014

Things I learned about myself at a quilt show

You can make the cashiers day by paying exact change all in ones. For many years I worked as a cashier, I learned how truly valuable ones are when all you receive are twenties.

I have to hold my hands together as I have an irresistible urge to pick lint and cut threads off quilts. They had signs up requesting you not touch the quilts unless you wore gloves. But man! Was it ever so difficult not to pick the threads off. I guess I should have pulled out my knitting to keep my hands busy.

Someone there appreciated someone else's work by entering two quilts from the 50's that they bought at a garage sale. It takes one to appreciate another's work. Nice to know that sometimes our work finds its way back to people that love it as much as the creator.

Quilters have vendors too. I don't know why they wouldn't, but it felt weird not to see any yarn piled up. You quilters have lovely colors too, but they stack easier than yarn.

Some quilters have the same battles with their stash as knitters do. They are also forced to buy more when their special use-up-the-stash project actually uses up all the stash. It was a Christmas themed quilt on that one.

Quilters have dormant works-in-progress too. It can take years to finish a project when you're not activly working on it but "trying to figure out how to do something." (I'm still so happy I finished my sweater.)

When given the option I am an odd voter. Many times I will not vote for the best quilt, but for a quilt that I truly like. You know not the most beautiful complicated one but the one you could most see using in your own house.

Sometimes prettiest and most appealing design have nothing to do with how well something is crafted. Especially when you don't know the ins and outs of the craft. I found it hard to tell why one quilt was deemed better than another.

I would totally tattle on someone touching, when they are not supposed to be touching. But I will not confront them myself when there is no one to tattle to near by. I so wanted to hiss Stop that!

When left alone with my thoughts I will compose a blog post in my head, while I look at quilts.


  1. Those stray threads would drive me crazy as well. It's strange that they didn't snip them off themselves.

    I knew a lady who made the most amazingly complex quilts with the tiniest pieces of fabric. What was even more amazing is that she had cats. I have no idea how those little pieces of fabric did not end up as cat hockey pucks.

    1. Many of the threads were snipped. Quilters usually have little cut threads all over their workspace, or was that just my Mom?

      Hopefully that lady's cats only liked to lay on the fabric and not get into it, or else that could be a real problem.