My wife is a part of a quilting group [or as I like to call them a quilting gang]. These ladies have been meeting up once a week for the past 3 years to slice and dice fabric and then sew it back together again. I’m not talking menopausal women here but ladies in their mid 20’s and early 30’s. I call them a gang because they drink and wield sharp blades. Not only that but the quilting gang is exclusive and by invitation only. Rumor has it that initiation involves a beat down. I once provoked the gang making fun of how silly quilting was…I almost lost the use of my casting arm.
If you ask me, I don’t see the draw. Why anyone in their right mind would cut up a perfectly nice piece of fabric into tiny little geometric shapes and then sew them back together is beyond me. Apparently though there are people who enjoy this torture. It’s my wife’s passion. Every spare moment she has is spent quilting. Measure…cut…sew back together again. Funny thing is, I can relate.
She’s only been quilting for 4 years now but she is easily one of the baddest ass quilters around. I asked her once to make me a quilt. Can you guess which one? That little beauty is 4 feet by 2 feet and is proudly hanging in the family room.
A very small sample of her work | Photo by D. Yi
Some artists use paints and brushes…my wife uses a Janome Memory Craft 6600 [price tag $$$$ – you don’t want to know]. Just like any artist, she is true to the game. All of her quilts [and it’s a lot] are hand binded as a finishing touch.