I should probably file this under ‘things that stick in my craw, but in the grand scheme of things, who cares?’ and move on, but the atmosphere in some of the Facebook groups I belong to is clouded with sanctimonious horse hockey from the quilt police. I’m peeved and I have an opinion and here it comes.
Let’s talk about dun, dun, dun…discount store fabric!
Assuming you haven’t swooned from the horror brought on by the mere thought of even entering such an establishment, let me start off the convo by saying I happily buy from those fabric outhouses called Joann’s and Walmart. I’ll spend my money where I please and be none the worse for it, thank you very much. Besides which, it’s convenient to purchase my fabric and my chocolate pop tarts in the same venue.
I’m pretty easy to please when it comes to fiber purchases. If it feels good in my hand, is pretty, and I can’t see a discernible land mass through the weave, it goes into my stash.
No has died as a result. No puppies were kicked.
People are losing their shit because someone had the nerve, the unmitigated gall, the stones to say ‘hey, girl, hey, Joann’s is having a big ‘ol Fourth of July sale with a rinkdum-dinkdum coupon‘. If this is all it takes to make you puff up like a toad and loudly proclaim you’re leaving a group, here, hon, let me help you pack.
People, not everyone can afford quilt shop prices. And a quilt shop purchase doesn’t guarantee a quality product as I know from personal experience. I myself have scored Alexander Henry from Hobby Lobby, the kind with those tawdry, half-clad hotties on them. I love that fabric.
Maybe there’s nothing close to where they live so they shop online. Huzzah, for that squishy package of fabric goodness waiting patiently in their mailbox! It’s almost as good as a brown paper-wrapped package. Wait a minute, did I write that out loud? Scratch that last part.
‘But, but, but…what about supporting small business?’ you may be thinking. I’m all for it. Provided they have what I want, actually acknowledge my existence when I walk through the door, and don’t act like they’re doing me a favor by simply being open. In fact, I’m pretty close to a shop that I love (Simply Fabrics on Gholson Rd in Waco, TX if you’re interested). And you should, IF YOU CAN, support your LQS. But if you can’t afford the product they’re hawking, having quilting as a hobby can be tough. What are these people supposed to do…not quilt?!
More power to you if you can score great deals from estate sales, Goodwill, and Wallyworld. Sew on, my stitching sisters and brothers! Be proud of what you make with your cheaper finds! My Nana would be cheering you on for your thrift and good sense. I don’t see why it matters where the fabric came from. We don’t need provenance with our fabric. It’s not a Renoir or a poodle. If someone isn’t happy because you made your quilt with something other than quilt shop purchased fabrics, they either need to pony up the funds for you from their own pocket or shut up.
Texans have an expression that can have many meanings depending on the circumstances. The phrase may mean, but is not limited to, the following:
‘Screw you… and your opinion’.
(By now, if she’s reading this, my mother is probably uttering my first and middle names in a fit of exasperation, but smile and repeat after me:)
BLESS YOUR HEART.
Carry on, my peeps! It’s almost Friday.