There are plenty of us who are fabric addicts. Sometimes we suffer alone with our own stash of threads, jelly rolls and fat quarters. But most of us belong to a support group where we know we can turn when the urge to fondle fabrics becomes more than we can handle.
Sometimes this ends up as a communal trip to a fabric shop, sometimes it’s to covet the latest quilt designs, sometimes it’s to just play with each others’ fat quarters. But always, always it’s about touchy-feely fabrics, wonderful colors, dynamic designs be they batiks, Amy Butler or Kaffe Fasset.
It’s not the actual sitting down at the machine and executing the idea that matters… it’s the preparation. The creative process, the ideas. The outcome, most of the time, really doesn’t matter.
My group has taken the addiction to a new level, during our annual spring get-away we play a dice game with the winnings being — you guessed it — fat quarters.
WE LOVE FAT QUARTERS.
