We Invented the Remix...Redux 6

I come from a long line of quilters; my grandmother's second husband's mother was old-school southern bell type, and she quilted. Chica, I will get a picture if I can, because you should see it. It's not done (I think it was last worked on like, eighty or ninety years ago?), but oh my God, the fabric--brocade and silk and velvet and taffeta, these cottons I can't even describe, the *texture* changes between parts, and some fabrics I can't even describe now that were just amazing to look at. And the joins between parts were each a *different type* of stitch, hand-stitched to look like vines or tiny flowers or fruits or fine zig-zags--God. It was beautiful to look at, and we just barely got to touch it, but it was amazing. I want to learn to quilt so I make something like that--something that beautiful and *feel* that amazing and unique. Talk about a full sensory experience. Wow.

Adept-level quilting I'll need to do it, but to get something like that on my bed--wow. Totally worth the twenty something years I'll have to devote to it to get to at least decent.

I used to have a raw silk dress; I still miss it, just touching it. I have bought leather pants (garage sale) I can't wear because the leather is so fine and so beautiful and I keep thinking I'm going to unstitch it one day and make a pillow out of it. It feels like butter.

And I have added that to my List of Things to Do in London when me and Madleyn go. I just--gah. Want now.