If you have a passing acquaintance with social media, you may find yourself joining up with likeminded individuals on a plethora of quilting/sewing sites. I myself belong to quite a few. Some I love while some I question why the hell I’m still a member. I’m betting it’s some sort of latent S/M tendencies.
People get catty over the weirdest crap, y’all, and go at it like a school of piranhas. I have to confess to kind of enjoying watching it unfold. I’m human, sue me.
So, the latest brouhaha was over precuts.
Are precut users lazy…time-saving savvy…incapable of making good color combinations…closet puppy kickers? It was a matter of great debate.
Get real, people.
While they’re all over yonder having the equivalent of a fabric pissing contest, the rest of us go on our merry way and sew like the foot pedal’s aflame and we can’t get finished fast enough.
Is it really quilting if you use precuts?
Seriously, this is a question you ask with a straight face?
Are ya, um, sandwiching the layers and stitching ’em together, binding is all up and calling it a day? (By now, I’ve rolled my eyeballs so hard I had to hang on to ’em for fear they’d fall outta their sockets.) Then yes, it’s really quilting.
Not all of us can match fabrics well enough to form a cohesive unit that we all call a quilt. We’re challenged. And lucky enough to step out of the house in the morning without looking like Bozo the clown.
So if the thought of precuts makes your head spin ’round and you vomit pea soup like in The Exorcist, you need to stop reading now.
I will admit to being something of a jelly roll race addict because of how quickly the pattern works up. That’s not what I have in mind here, but thought I’d throw it out there just for general consumption.
I’ll also admit to having roughly 7 billion quilt patterns with zero intentions of making any of them. Ev-er.
Hats off to you folks that spend years making one quilt. I am in awe. I’m also wondering about the name of your prescription med and your alcohol consumption. I just can’t even fathom…
I want something simple. I like the hum of Lennie the Featherweight. I thrill to the steady feed of fabric under the pressor foot. I am giddy over a finish within thirty days. Call me a philistine if you must, but I’m quite happy to be a sew simple quilter and a precut aficionado.
There’s only about half a million sections left to cut and when it’s done, will it win prizes? Probably not. Actually, no, because I don’t do shows. Will it be snuggly and warm and used? Yep. And that’s the point.
So for you sparring sisters of the cloth, get off your soapbox and sew.