Old patterns = old friends
I’ve been sorting through piles of quilt patterns and more.
Some were purchased, others were pulled from magazines or outdated books. There are articles and ideas galore.
I go through the piles every few years in order to make room for other things. I’ve been making quilts and saving quilt-related “stuff” for almost 40 years.
Some patterns have consistently made the cut. Although I may have had something for a few decades, I’m still interested in making it should the opportunity arise. And who’s to say it won’t? Remember when we were suddenly locked up tight in 2020?
Other patterns have been on the bubble for one sorting session and discarded during the next. I’ve been thinking about why. Mostly things get the axe when my tastes change or a technique is no longer appealing.
I noticed in my sorting quite a few things that I never intended to make, like Pecking Order above. I bought this pattern because of the color scheme, which was bold for the time. I hoped that someday I could imagine such creative combinations.
I saved many photos, drawings or patterns because they inspired me. Maybe a color combination caught my eye. Sometimes a shape inspired a broad idea which later became a quilt design of my own.
There are lots of Christmas quilts and sampler quilts and best of all, scrappy quilts. Before I even knew it, scrap quilts were my jam. I love to make a quilt with lots and lots of different fabrics. Wildly entertaining.
And you know what? I realized that there are a few things I am technically finished with, i.e. I’ve been inspired by them and won’t ever need to make them—and yet I can’t get rid of them.
It’s because they feel like old friends.
A few of these things have been with me since the 90s, when I went off the deep end into quilt making. And that’s a long time to cart things around, you know? These piles have seen me through ups and downs, marriage, kids, jobs, relocation, illness, injury, divorce, remarriage, making friends, losing friends, heartache, victorious days, a pandemic…and there is still more to come.
No, these precious things in piles won’t be going anywhere. They know all my secrets.