Having a friend who can make quilts is probably better than being able to do it yourself. I once thought I could be one of those clever quilty people but I was wrong. I can’t cut straight with the wheelie cutter thing, it always goes off skewy or I run into the metal ruler and make a blunt patch in the blade. It’s only a matter of time before I take a big chunk out of my finger and bleed all over the place. I’m good at collecting fabric though, got piles and cupboards and drawers full of it in anticipation of creative genius. Who said it had to be my own?
I have been resigned to my ineptitude for some time and quietly feeling guilty about the massive stash of quilting cotton, and then my friend Sue muttered one day that she would make quilts for my girls. Woohoo….. that was a silly thing to say! My policy is never refuse a genuine offer of help, when help is genuinely needed. The only question left was, ‘can we fit coffees in to this project somehow?’
The thing is that she is really good at it probably because she understands all the measuring. I think she finds it relaxing, I like being distracted by the balance of colours and patterns and…..the happy sideline is that my 8 year old daughter has jumped in with two feet, to iron squares and choose extra colours, and then makes comments like, ‘this has been the best day ever’.
