I am part of a new generation because I drive across the painted parking lines in the Target lot to get to where I’m going…as long as no one or no car is coming in my direction. My parents never do that and never would do that. If you drive over the painted lines when someone is coming then you are either younger than I am or just plain…I guess I won’t go there.
Do you want to know something else about me? (Say yes.) I am a traditional quilter. I know that because I just don’t like ragged edges in my quilt. No fringe for me either. I don’t care how much faster the quilt gets done. For my quilts, it will be French binding every time and if I want to get fancy, then I’ll cut my binding on the bias.
I have a couple of more reasons why I think I am a traditional quilter. I store my batiks in a separate plastic bin. I don’t divide and store them by color, which is how I organize the rest of my fabric. It looks to me like batiks are a special breed and I treat them that way. Also, I own several spools of variegated thread, but do I use them? No, I look at those threads last and quilt with them as a last resort. Finally, I judge my hand quilting abilities to be better than my machine quilting skills. I’m not happy about it, but that’s how it is.
By the way, I have been a traditional quilter for a long time. How do I know that? Well, I have six sewing machines and none of them have a built in walking foot or a built in stitch regulator. In fact, the number of my antique sewing machines outnumbers the “new” ones. I’m going to go sew now to forget that I admitted that last part.
Just so you know, I plan to write about a variety of quilting topics on a regular basis. I’ll have to change the names to protect the innocent as well as my friends and will be anonymous for now to protect…myself.