I’m a collector of cloth. When a pair of jeans is no longer wearable, I cut the legs off and save the good denim pieces. I save scraps from all the garments I make for myself and others. I find cloth at garage sales. Some of the most interesting pieces come from men’s shirts (really!). I know that if I don’t have enough cloth to make even a small garment, I can make a quilt. One winter I took some of my favorite cloth prints and made squares in the log cabin pattern. When I had enough of them, my aunt Helen helped me decide how to place them together.
This quilt became a tablecloth. Most of the cloth was left from a dress of mine (the darkest blue), some dresses I made for the girls (the blue and white prints), a skirt that I recycled (dark blue plaid), a few men’s shirts and assorted scraps, and a red print that I bought new just for the quilt. Since it’s kind of a patriotic color theme I use it in the summer over Memorial Day through July 4th. Every time I look at it I remember the dresses, the shirts and the people who wore them. So, you see, I have several reasons for loving this item.
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That really is a great way to retain memories.
Hope you are enjoying the A to Z challenge
Rondeau
I am enjoying the challenge – what a stretch to post everyday! Thanks for reading, and hope you are enjoying the workout as well.
This is pretty cool! Love very much. #theawsomedish visiting from the a to z challenge.
Thanks! I enjoyed looking at your stuff too. Happy blogging!
I love this. I’m not a quilter–nowhere near the patience and attention to detail–but family members are. My Mom used to also turn old clothes into hooked rug or braided rag rugs. I still have the urge to save fabric, though–and I do use some,in odd projects or repairs.
Rebecca at The Ninja Librarian
Yes, the crocheted rugs are in my genetic background too! Have them in almost every room, ha. Thanks for reading Rebecca.
I love quilts. My mom as an avid quilter so I have a lot that she’s made me. The Log Cabin design is one of my favorites. 🙂
My mother is also a “collector of cloth”. What lovely things can be made from scraps–kind of like what God does with the scraps of our lives.