Quilting as
a metaphor.
A is for not following the
instructions.
B is for basting and other boring activities.
Or maybe that should be D for discipline?
A quilt is made of three layers:
the top is the pretty bit, the middle is the filling or wadding – normally wool
or polyester, the backing is more, slightly less pretty, fabric. Basting is the pinning together of these three
layers in readiness to sew or ‘quilt’ them. Basting is boring. The three layers must be
laid flat on the carpet and not move as I pass especially curved safety pins
through. Even with a talking book or Netflix binge this is dreary work. Distraction can result in mistaking the carpet
for quilt and pinning the whole thing to the floor. And then the dog walks in. And lies down on it. Leaving out this stage not only results in
immediate execution by the quilting police and hours of sobbing at the sewing
machine as the different layers drift into separate universes that once again
highlights my lack of discipline and inability to follow the bloody
instructions.
S is for sewing groups. What? Nice middle-class ladies making skilfully
crafted soulless quilts, spouting mildly racist memes from Facebook and wearing
Daily Mail knickers. Ok, so that might be a generalization. Not all their
quilts are skilfully crafted. #just-because-you-sew-a-nice-quilt-love-doesn’t-
mean-you’re-not-a-Nazi.
Do: mention
benefit scroungers, refugees, poppy selling, young people challenging climate
change
Don’t: sit
with your scissors gripped quite so tightly in your hands or mention the
women’s liberation embroidery you are working on.
C is for cutting. Essentially quilting
is about cutting up fabric into tiny squares and then sewing them back together
again. Cutting requires precision, order and very sharp blades. Cutting is also
what will happen if I find someone used my sewing scissors to open a box from
Amazon.
F is for fabric and fat quarter. Fat quarter - A measure of fabric, a square
quarter of a meter. Normally priced at pocket money level, it is easy to get
carried away and arrive home having spent all the money and needing to feed the
kids beans for the rest of the week. Never mind, they will be able to snuggle
their shivering malnourished little bodies under a beautiful handmade quilt if
you ever get around to cutting, finish basting or actually sitting down to sew
the damn quilt.
Some fabric,
it should be noted is not for cutting. It is only for looking at, cooing over and
possibly stroking and then putting back into the box because it needs to be saved
for a mythical project known only as ‘something special.’
Fabric
curation is a separate hobby, requiring at least one extra room in your house
so you can sit quietly and admire all the pretty colours without the
distraction of sobbing starved children. Or better still sell the children and
use the money to buy more fabric.