quilting thought of my fabric stash as precious no matter how much I paid for any length that I brought home. For years I dyed my fabric for the sole purpose of cutting it up and making something quilted with it. When I moved from Kentucky to Missouri I took with me all but the cutesy sweet calicoes that had been in my stash for years.
Most of those I gave to my beginner quilting student who were making traditional style quilts for kids or beds or with traditional patterns for wall hangings. The move from Missouri to Florida was different. First, I was moving to a much smaller space and secondly I was wanting to change the way I worked. I did not cry not one tear over the yards and yards I sold for pennies (so to speak) or donated. As a result of a very good garage sale I brought with me to Florida the bare minimum of yardage I could see myself using right away.
At first I thought when I got settled in Florida I would dye yardage to replace some if not all of what I had left behind but replacement did not happened mainly because my work went in a different direction and all I had to have on hand to create was tubes of paint and yards of silk broadcloth which I buy yards and yards of when I am running low. Rolled on a tube it takes up no space at all.
This time last year I started to dye fabric again thinking I would get back to piecing but didn't. As the Summer passed and Autumn came and went I began vending at quilt shows around the State and the dyed fabric became a product to sell along with my quilts and my mindset changed. Now I find I no longer think of my yards and yards of hand dyed fabric as "oh... its only fabric" and I no longer see it as the least expensive way for me to get the colors I want to use in my work. I see it now as dollars. The dollars that I could make when I sell it. I don't like that....
When I decided to start on a pieced project the other day I found I was being tentative about cutting into my hand dyed fabric. Then unexpectedly, after cutting several pieces to audition only to discord them when they were not quite the right color, value etc.the thought that I wasting fabric flashed through my mind and made me pause for a beat or two. I shooed the devilish thought away and cut into another piece because I knew in my designer heart that if I wanted what I was working on to be what I had in mind I had no choice but to cut more.
Appointment with the Cardiologist went well. EKG was great. Don't have another appointment with him for a year.