Somewhere over the past 12 months or so I’ve transformed from being a general sewer to being a quilter. Even though I make the occasional tote bag or skirt or Roman shade, when asked about my hobby, I call myself a quilter.
I’ve been thinking about that phenomenon lately and wondering at what point the transformation happened.
Size of the Stash
Did I become a full-fledged quilter when my stash grew to a particular size? (There was not much need for a sizable stash when I stuck to bags and home-dec projects.) I actually didn’t think my stash was that unwieldy until recently, when I found these jelly roll strips.
When on earth did I purchase them? (Not being able to recall buying certain fabrics must signal that I have a big stash.) And why did I buy them? Because honestly, they’re really not me. Now that I’ve found them, they’re screaming to be included in the purge I’m working on right now. As if I needed another quilt project.
Backlog of Quilt Tops
Perhaps it’s the backlog of quilt tops that identifies me as a quilter.
I’m currently in those halcyon days with these two quilt tops—fooling myself into thinking how far along I am with them. After all, the tops are completely pieced! But I still have to baste and quilt and bind these projects. Sigh.
And this third one will continue to wait to be quilted. I have to learn how to free-motion quilt to finish it up.
The quilt-top theory is one worth considering, but I know that other quilters have many more tops in the queue than I do.
So maybe the first two stabs at deciphering this weren’t fully on the mark. I think I’m getting pretty close now!
This is what signifies my “quilter-ness”: when a 40-yard bolt of batting is delivered to my front door.
No, no! I’ve got it! It’s when a 40-yard bolt of batting is delivered to my front door and my husband is completely unfazed by it.
Yes, I’m officially a quilter.
How about you? What is the dead giveaway that you’re a quilter?
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