A natural extension of the want to create sewing projects from remnants is the urge to make quilts. In my middle-aged, female, retired-from-the-rat-race mind, the art of quilting is an adventure waiting to get underway. Stacks of quilting fabric, whether stashed in my own studio catacombs, on a web site, or at a trade show, are treasure troves beyond my most creative dreams.
Can I do it? Can I become a quilter, like Indiana Jones became an adventurer?
When I turn to some of my friends who have gone into the great chasm of quiltingdom, their fine examples tell me, “YES!”
I had lunch the other day with Ann and Anna, two of my favorite former co-workers (we’re all retired now! Yay!) Anna goes riding with a friend on his Harley. Ann lives in the Ocala National Forest and goes fishing with her husband before breakfast. She joined a Quilting Club at the local church in the Forest and got the know-how to make several quilts. She bought a used Pfaff sewing machine (not a long-arm) and machine-quilts even the big ones.
Meanwhile, another friend on the other side of the country posted an invitation to a Quilt-Along. See Cynthia Horst’s blogsite Dream, Quilt, Create for the step-by-step quilt project Baby Brit. Today is the first step. Here are a few pics of some fabrics I’ve tentatively decided upon.
Sometimes, you just need a little help, maybe a little gumption, from your friends! Thanks, Ann and Cynthia!