Sometimes the best plans go awry; I truly didn’t mean to resurrect this quilt. I meant to cut out the best square, preserving it in some fashion. However, when I sat to do the actual removal, my heart said No.
Herein lies the basis for my artistic guidelines; follow the gut instinct regardless of what seems more appropriate. Hence the length of The Hawk, ahem, but also put into practice when it comes to sewing.
Chopping this piece into smaller bits felt wholly wrong, and suddenly all the scraps littering my table, plus some rescued from overflowing tubs, became quite useful. The only hindrance to writing up this post was the pesky sun, and how inadvertently I kept finding more broken seams to cover.
But why call it a Roxy Music quilt? “Re-Make/Re-Model” is from their first album, summing up what I’m doing with this project. That wasn’t my intent, yet in choosing fave scraps as well as some plain white fabric alongside bright threads, I have reclaimed this quilt from where it began, turning it into a comforter for the 21st century.
The back fabric is in good shape, now spruced up by purple, blue and pink. Maybe as time goes on, I’ll incorporate other shades, but for now these threads work fine.
I’ve been mending this quilt for several evenings now; the impetus for saving this project was in part due to my need for a new evening hand-sewing task. I’ve come to revel in those nighttime stitches, whether or not sport lingers in the background.
Of course, I’ve set myself up for eons of patching, but something about that feels liberating, as if giving this quilt an entirely new life. While the top was fraying, the rest is in good shape, part of what seemed so criminal in cutting into it.
I didn’t wish to destroy it, but breathe into it another existence. I could have titled this post The Pleasure of Being Crafty Part Three, but talent with needle and thread only scratches the surface, which is outwardly all it seems I’ve done. Yet this quilt is more now than a recycled comforter; it’s indicative of embracing what seemed unnecessary by adding my own stamp(s). My breath is now a part of this piece, for better or worse. Better, I believe, for the quilt as well as the tune.