This may be a difficult post for my non fabric-obsessed friends to understand, I'll try to explain. For my fellow fabric-aholics, I probably had you at the picture above. You see, today...I cut my only piece (and it was a tiny, tiny piece) of grey Flea Market Fancy for the quilt I'm in the process of making. I decided to use fabrics I love and I do love this fabric. Unfortunately, it is no longer being printed and despite a hard-fought movement to appeal to the senses of the fabric manufacturer, it will not be reprinted. Currently it is being sold for $45 a fat quarter (basically a quarter of a yard) and today I took a big old rotary cutter to my little piece. My hand might have shaken if I hadn't already rolled over my finger with a rotary cutter and experienced that brand of pain and panic a while back. Anyway... here's what's left... look away fabric lovers, it isn't pretty... well it is pretty but the scraps are a little gasp worthy...
... so that's that. After it was cut, the fabric sat there like it was just that, fabric. I put it in a pile, it frayed (gasp). It acted like it wasn't $180 a yard on the black market that is Etsy. I said to Rob, "I think that just did me in..." he looked at me a little incredulously until I said "$45 a fat quarter, I didn't pay that" (he knows what a fat quarter is because he's just a keeper).
I hemmed and hawed about using this little bit of loveliness, and finally, used it. I wanted a quilt filled with fabric I love and so there it is. I'm glad to be using this fabric, to see it as it was meant to be... fabric in a quilt, that I will cherish... and try to keep the dog off.
