I am so grateful to be a quilter. Especially now.
It doesn’t matter if I am an original artist or a traditional quiltmaker. I am part of a league of warm, welcoming sewists who can escape from the chaos of the outer world into an oasis of fabric and thread at any time. Quilting saves me from getting caught up in the latest news cycle, social media, drama. It provides a place of peace and beauty where I can turn it all off and emerge as a sane person on the other side.
At any time I can pivot away from the craziness and dive as deep as I want into a multitude of choices. What am I working on today? What do I WANT to work on today?
Am I going to choose fabrics? Run my fingers through stacks of color and texture?
Am I going to choose fabrics? Run my fingers through stacks of color and texture? What’s on my design wall? Do I want to tackle some complicated piecing and feel the satisfaction of accomplishment?
Or is it time to quilt? Will I be guiding my needle in an intricate design through the layers of fabric and batting that not only holds it together, but also provides a layer of stitching over the top of the quilt?
You know, I think it’s time to turn off the world and enter my sanctuary once again …