If my life had a theme it would be chronic and unremitting hair dissatisfaction. But sometimes you get to see yourself in another light. In some cases the fabric of life becomes real fabric.
Where would I be without my quilt guild? Probably babbling in a corner making my 157th log cabin quilt. My first quilt was a log cabin, something I later learned to turn out in a whole different way in my Cabin Fever quilt. But that took many years.
This year we have a guild quilt show coming up at our local museum in Timmins. We each get to display one quilt. In conjunction with the show we usually do a small special project. This time the challenge was to do a fantasy face, 12 x 12 inch finished format. Some members were apprehensive, but I wanted to dive in without even bothering to check the depth. It was suggested that the face should reflect our personalities or maybe things we liked. It did not have to look like the maker. Whew. Mine could have stellar hair for once! My next thought was that it would have to include a frog or perhaps many frogs in it - I'm known for my fondness of fabric frogs.
I have an entire dresser drawer of what is best described as picture fabric.
This where my frog collection resides. It keeps company with a host of other animal fabrics, a collection I despair of ever being able to use up unless I'm granted at least three consecutive lifetimes. Looking for my ultimate frog in there seemed miserly - there were so many other animals waiting for their turn. And...what spectacular hair I could have with all these options! The animals would reflect my biology studies of previous days. Another piece of fabric caught my eye - the one with the writing on it, the one I'd been hoarding for five years. A perfect background for a would-be writer!
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| Animal fabrics reside here |
And so my fantasy face came to life, giving lots of fabrics a chance to strut their stuff. Even the Tweety Bird fabric I had bought on a whim finally found a use - it was the perfect homage to the idle and perfect hours I'd spent with my sister watching the Bugs Bunny Show, spawning an ever-growing love of cartoon characters from which I have blessedly never freed myself.
