Right now I’m supposed to be thinking of the classes I want to teach at Intown Quilters in the next few months. Instead, I’m thinking about how weird it is that I teach at a quilt shop but I don’t quilt.
It’s interesting, actually, because Taffy and I had a discussion about the subject when we were at Quilt Market with Sarah last month. Her take was that by doing my type of sewing, I add something different to the mix, and that’s A-OK. Still, it was hard not to walk around the convention center in the midst of all these amazing quilts and not wonder if I’ve been missing out on something.
Since I’ve been back, I’ve found myself leafing through quilt patterns in additon to clothing and bag patterns when I’m in the shop. I browse the bolts and fat quarter bins, trying to picture in my head how this one or that one would look as a messenger bag or a dress or … well, a quilt. And it’s highly possible that in a very short amount of time, I’ve gone from owning no quilt patterns to having five in my collection.
It won’t be long before I give in to the urge, especially since I just committed to makea block for a friend’s quilt. Hope she realizes I’m not a quilter.