I’m usually happy to let my scrap basket fill up to the brim, resting assured that I will indeed make good use of it eventually. But a few days ago, I realized that things were getting a bit out of control. My scrap basket was positively heaping, and staring at me accusingly every time I went to cut into a fresh new yard of fabric. So I attacked.
I’m often a bit improvisational in the way I work, but I think I can safely this say this is the first truly unplanned, unmeasured, pattern-less quilt that I’ve ever made.
The funny thing is, really improvising is actually quite hard. I think we quilters have an instinct to search for the pattern and potential for repetition. I’d find myself wanting to control color placements, trying to create some sense of order and predictability. I had to sort of trick myself into spontaneity– pulling a random piece from my scrap basket and forcing myself to use it next, no matter the size, shape, or color.
So this turned out to be as much of an exercise in mental relaxation as it was in sewing. But after a while, I got into a non-rhythm rhythm. Using up all those discarded bits of beautiful fabric was immensely gratifying. And by the time the quilt top was complete, it was pretty clear to me that only a stippling pattern would do– something to soften and add cohesiveness to a very kinetic design.
I’m actually quite proud of myself for accomplishing any sewing at all in the past few days. Because honestly, would you be productive if you had this little creature following you around at your heels?
No my friends, you would not. Fortunately, puppies do nap.