DK Quilt Guild: A place for quilters to gather, share ideas, projects, and to make the world a better place, one quilt at a time. Join us and share your thoughts, projects, questions, and tips. Quilters here are at many different levels of skill. Beginners and non-quilters are welcome, too.
We NEED diarists! Your diary can be elaborate and full of photos, a simple story of your own quilting history or that of someone you love, a discussion of a current project or a technique you're learning, new adventures... You could post quilt retreat-day recipes (things like crockpot meals, so food appears without much attention from you)…
We could do show and tell or open thread, also, but either way, we need diarists to host. It is EASY if you're willing to take the chance.We NEED diarists! Your diary can be elaborate and full of photos, a simple story of your own quilting history or that of someone you love, a discussion of a current project or a technique you're learning, new adventures... You could post quilt retreat-day recipes (things like crockpot meals, so food appears without much attention from you)…
We could do show and tell or open thread, also, but either way, we need diarists to host. It is EASY if you're willing to take the chance.
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About a month ago I found myself in a local thrift shop.
This is not uncommon for me. The local thrift stores and antique malls are rich in excellent bargains: clothing worn only a few times, collectible books, glassware, craft supplies, fabric, even shoes and boots. I once found a $600 leather jacket from a Florentine atelier in mint condition for all of $25, and that’s only one of the many, many articles I’ve found at the Cancer Connection, the Cooley Dickinson Hospice Shop, the multi-dealer antiques shop in Auburn, and similar places. There have been times when everything I’ve worn except my underwear and socks have been purchased at a thrift shop or vintage store, and no one but me was the wiser.
This day I wasn’t planning to go shopping; I had a very specific errand to run in Northampton, and I pulled into the parking lot at the Hospice Shop on Route 9 solely so I could turn around instead of attempting a left turn on Main Street on a Saturday afternoon and clogging traffic in both directions. I hadn’t been there in a while, though, so I figured it would only be polite to stop in for a moment. I could browse, possibly pick up a book or a used CD for the car, and then be on my merry way.
I went through the clothing racks and saw nothing. Ditto the bookshelves, the glassware, the shoes, and even the books. I was just about to leave when I realized that I hadn’t looked at the bin of used fabric...and then I spotted something that I never expected to see outside of a museum
It was a small piece of quilted fabric, soft with age, rolled into a neat little cylinder among all the other neat little cylinders of 1970s upholstery fabric, novelty prints, polycotton flannel, and so on. I realized immediately that this was much older than anything else for sale in the bin (or possibly the whole shop), so I pulled it out and unrolled it.
I then nearly dropped it in shock as I recognized just what I had found. I took a moment recover my composure, went straight to the till, and paid $3 for what the volunteers had labelled “Vintage Scrap.”
It wasn’t until I got back into the car that I allowed myself to scream...because the “Vintage Scrap” was actually a fragment of two hundred year old indigo resist-print cotton.
Yes.
Really.
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