Do not try to tell me that fabric is not a living entity. Of course it isn’t. But fabric speaks to quilters, and we all know it. And sometimes we speak to it as well. Maybe you don’t, but I know that I do. There are moments that fabric seems to have real life, and I can imagine what it is thinking. Indeed, it may even feel like a relationship is formed between me and my fabric.
I am a fresh new bolt of fabric, waiting to be sold and stitched into something glorious. I hope the quilter who picks me buys all ten yards, so we can keep the family together. Just think of all the possibilities.
Look here! See my pretty colors? Notice how my mid-size pattern repeats? Just imagine how I would blend with that lovely stripe across the aisle.
That was the fourth person today who unwrapped a few yards, then smashed me back on the shelf. If I had a voice, I would say OUCH loudly every time that happens!
Finally. This is what the cutting table looks like! I am just so excited. I really like the other prints and that lovely brown solid that are stacked here with me waiting to be cut. I am going to be made into something wonderful, I can just tell.
Oh dear. Now I know why they call it a cutting table! Someone sliced a yard off of me, and now I am back here on the shelf once again. How will I know what becomes of that yard?
Hey, where are you taking me? What about the rest of the bolt? Why am I in a plastic bag here?
Out of the bag, and into the water. Wow, that soap burns. All this pushing and shoving, eww, now I think I am having a thread attack, spinning in circles.
Well, the warmth in here sure beats that wet place, but I am getting dizzy.
Ah, now I feel more like myself, that hot metal plate passing over me really got all the kinks out. What is next? I hope to be able to shine in a nice new quilt.
Hello? Is there anyone out there? It is really dark in this drawer. I feel like I have been in here forever. Sometimes the lights come in and I get turned over, or even unfolded and looked at, but back in this drawer I always go. This is no life for a fabulous fabric like me!
I need some birds for this I-Spy quilt. I know I have some in my drawers, now where did I put it?
Oh welcome daylight, that brings hope to my finely woven threads. Someone is pawing through the drawer!
What’s this? I am being unfolded, stretched out, hearing voices. Someone likes me and wants to use me. At last, my destiny will be fulfilled.
That’s it? You hack out two little squares and leave the rest? I feel violated!
Lovely. Back in the drawer, with two big holes in me. What am I good for now? I may be in here forever.
Oh lovely bird fabric, where are you? Your little offerings were so well received, that I need more for another quilt!
Really? Lots more? Oh dear, two more holes, now back in the dark drawer with the other outcasts.
Wow, this drawer is getting messy. Perhaps it is time to move some things on to the scrap quilt bin. No birds left to cut on this, but the background is pretty.
No birds left. I am nothing but holes. My usefulness is over, and I am scrap!
My, you are a sad-looking mess! I bet you are feeling abused. My former bird source, your feathered friends now grace about a dozen quilts, and will be enjoyed by many people for years to come. Your remnants will be added to postage stamp quilts and small projects, until there is nothing left that is big enough to sew with.
Me? A highlight in a dozen quilts? I am ashamed that I doubted your use of me. It is wonderful to know that I am not just a quilt fabric, but I am part of a legacy! My happy birds are scattered and thriving, and I am now content.
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