“No worries.” I cheerfully replied. “Weʼll just call this “material” instead of “fabric.”
“Exactly!” She laughed. “Plus...I didnʼt rule out jelly rolls and layer cakes and kits...”
“Donʼt those have fabric in them?” asked her smart alecky grandson.
“Oh Shush.” she grumbled. ʻRemember that discussion we had about my will?”
That lady is my kind of gal. So is my Great great grandmother, Laura Crosby. As I quilt on my Gammill, I look at a beautiful humming bird twin sized quilt she made out of the dresses of Grandma Anna and Great Aunt Millie. She got the tops done (one for each grand daughter ) stuck them in a trunk and promptly moved on to her next PHD. Aunt Millie unearthed them a few years later, send them off to the long armer, and then popped them back into the truck until she got around to binding them. Grandma inherited the trunk, waited a few years, handed them to me, and told ME to put the binding on. Did I complain about inheriting my Great Great Grandmotherʼs PHD? No. I was thrilled. Your great grand daughters will be too.
So no worries about starting something new! If your excited to learn a new skill, do it! If you end up hating what your doing, turn the fabric into a backing for a quilt you do love, and give yourself permission to move on. We quilt because we love it, we buy fabric because we love it, and we donʼt need to feel guilty because we donʼt meet our own self imposed deadlines.
This is supposed to be relaxing folks. Letʼs just relax and enjoy the process ...Great Great Grandma did!
P.S. After my last post (Strange things your quilt shop does) almost everything thing I posted happened..in one day. So, today I am posting that Sam Elliot comes in and spends a thousand or so. Iʼll keep you posted.