It was the first quilt I tried making, and I used a kit that had the fabric pre selected from the same series and bunched together. I stitched it all together dutifully and then did nothing with it, and now I know why.
I haven't since bought a package. Instead I have found it more satisfying to make my own fabric choices. Since I'm not a sewer, the real creative piece for me lies in cultivating the relationships between the fabrics. Juxtaposing them is the sweetest part and not one I will farm out to someone else. Unless, it's Amy Butler. She's got moves.
Nonetheless, this quilt has been lurking around my studio for a long time looking for a home. And then, it became clear where it should go. It's amazing how much better I've gotten since I started this sewing thing. Though I am still super slap-dash, I found myself requilting a lot of this and restitching after a wash revealed some holes.
I find myself reflecting on the beginning and the end of this quilt. And again, I am struck by how quilting, is not unlike journal writing or meditation. The time it takes really creates the pause for reflection and I am reminded of how much happens between the stitches in life.
I'm glad it's found a home.
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