The answer is yes.
I have taken perfectly good fabric, cut it into a billion pieces, and now intend to sew all those pieces back together to create a pretty picture. Of course, what I'm sewing it all into is functional. That seems pretty sane, right?
Yeah... Until I find myself here again, cramping from sitting so long and wondering why I decided to cut all of the fabric up.
When my Granny Cora put together her beautiful log cabin quilt a hundred years ago, it made sense. She was poor like most people those days. All she had available were fabric scraps from clothing long overdue to the trash in or bits she salvaged from projects that required much more fabric. What else would anyone do with that fabric? They would make a blanket! (I don't think I've ever met anyone who said they had too many blankets by the way - let alone quilts.) That made sense then and it does now.
So I find myself asking then, why do quilters continue the approach they do? Blankets aren't a scarcity and neither is cotton, especially not attractive cotton. Do we quilt for the love of it? The art perhaps? Or the tradition? The functionality of the final piece?
At this point in time I can't say why I quilt. It seems to be one of the only things that I think about non-stop. If I am doing something else, I'd rather be quilting. If I can't be quilting, I'm thinking of the next quilt I'll be making. If I'm quilting, well then it's a good day. It seems I don't have to have a reason to quilt, but with every stitch I start to understand the reasons of others. Who knows, I may have all the same reasons as them one day. The same reasons as you.
So, why do you quilt?
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