So, I did a little something new this weekend. I went to a Quilt Show. And saw my own quilts hanging there.
Every Little Bit
Oh wait, I haven't shown you that one yet. More details tomorrow. First, I'm going to get a bit philosophical.
Entering a Quilt Show (or Fair) has been on my to-do list for awhile. And, standing there, looking at my quilts, I suddenly wasn't sure why. I guess I had to do it to realize that that's not really anything I'm interested in. That's not why I quilt.
I didn't win anything, not that I expected to. No one from my modern quilt guild won any ribbons on their amazing quilts. I took a look at the quilts that did win. The best word I can think of describe them all is "fussy". There was lots of hand applique, embroidery, 3 dimensional aspects, lots of beading. They were works of art. But, a work of art isn't necessarily going to keep you warm.
Walking up to my big quilt, there was something I wanted much more than to see a ribbon hanging by it. I wanted to take it down right then, take it home, wash it so it would get all crinkly and soft, take it still warm from the dryer, and snuggle under it with my kids while we watched a movie and ate popcorn. Sure, I think it is beautiful. But, it's also useful.
My favorite quilt is almost four years old now. It lives on our couch. It has bleach stains and little rips. It's been used for picnics and fort building, wiping tears and cuddling. The kids call it my blankie. I think it's even more beautiful now because of all these memories.
Today I figured out why I quilt. Not for show or display. Not to win ribbons. I want my quilts to be touched, used, cuddled, loved, worn out.
Tomorrow, I'll pick up my quilts from the quilt show. Hopefully, I'll have time to get it washed and dried before bedtime so my kids can fight over who gets to sleep with it first. I think that's the only quilting achievement I need.