Life as a Quilter's accomplice

"A person should be willing to do almost anything for the one they love, even stand in line at Jo-Ann's Fabric and Craft  with a cart full of fabric bolts to be cut."

There, now it is out for the world to know, I am a quilter's accomplice!  My wife loves quilting and, as such, she is one of those who has never met a piece of cotton material that she didn't like.  If you do not have a quilter in your life, let me try to explain.  If you are around a quilter, you already know.

It is nearly an addiction.  She even admits that, when she approaches the well stocked shelves at Pacific Fabric, her heart races, her pupils dilate and her palms get a bit sweaty. But it is not only at designated outlets, there are thrift shops, garage sales, Craig's List.  I sometimes feel it is easier to find a source for quilting material than it is to find a good joint.

This week, in the Leader's garage sale section, was notification that a fellow quilter was parting with a great deal of her lifetime accumulation.  Usually Saturday morning is for sleeping in, but not today.  She prepared the night before in much the same way a general prepares for battle. We arrive, and find that she wasn't the only one of her kind to hear of this.  For those of us of somewhat advanced years, it reminded me of  a BLUE Light Special at K-Mart.  For the most part, the ladies were quite polite, but treasure lurked in the boxes and bins, so, at times, it was a bit of a feeding frenzy.

Don't get me wrong, I support her efforts.  She can almost magically transform these piles of printed fabric into usable works of art, whether for a new born, an elderly friend or anyone in between.  I do not quite understand the process, however.  She takes large pieces of cloth, cuts them into various small, sometimes odd shaped, pieces just to sew them back together to make a large piece of cloth. 
All that matters is that it brings her fulfillment and puts a smile on her face.

As I stand at he entry to my shop, admiring row after row, floor to ceiling, of neatly labeled bins filled with bolts, nuts, screws and other assorted hardware, seemingly as far as the eye can see, I just cannot see where she gets her urge to amass large quantities of project material (or do I)??

Back to serous stuff tomorrow, this was garage sale day!!!!!!!
Tony