I did something fun last week. I cut some 2 1/2 squares for a friend who is doing a charm quilt. She suggested that I cut some for myself as well. This is what I ended up with: a snapshot of my scrap collection. This is every quilting fabric I have in my scraps. To be clear, scraps for me are pieces of fabric that are smaller than a fat quarter. With my awesome organizational skills, I have determined that a fat quarter (give or take a little) is the smallest size that I can neatly fold. So my scraps are stored randomly. Whenever I start a quilt I go through them and pull all of the colors for that particular quilt.
So it turned out I had ninety-nine. So I had include one more from my grandmother stash to make an even hundred. I will use mine for a leader and enders over the next few months. It’s great to look at these little swatches because they are full of such great memories. The yellow plaid one is from a shirt my son had when he was about four. The bright red floral, call it b-7, is from a weird maternity dress I never actually wore.
One of the things I love about quiltmaking, is the lines that can be drawn between work. In painting, an artist may have motif that repeat, or a color scheme, but in quiltmaking the fabric can often draw relationships between work. Also, for me personally, the fabric can have great meaning and memory. I love the idea that some of these lines are now drawn across the country to a new completely different line of work.