My Love...

I've always loved fabric, the way it feels, the way it smells.  But never in a I want to marry you and have your children kind of way.  Until I found Aunt Grace.  And from then on, it's been true love.

I've made more quilts from Thirties prints than I could count right here - I'd need a minute to tally them all up.  I have a precious box of holy fabrics, and whenever it gets a little too empty, I buy more to stock it up.  I'm a member of Judie Rothermal's quilt club, and every time she gets a new line printed, she sends me a fat quarter of each.  

I discovered civil war reproductions a few years ago, and now I have a whole new way to spend my money.  I have collected quite a hefty stash of those as well.  I really must pull the proverbial finger out and get sewing, because I don't think I'd ever get to the bottom of those boxes before I die.

I'm not sure why I love those fabrics so much.  As time goes on, my tastes in quilting get less and less modern, more and more aged.  I don't want to do avant garde things, ground breaking stuff.  I want to do the quilts that they made two hundred years ago, waiting for their husbands to come back from the war.

Anyway.  That's the story of Repro Girl.  

Till tomorrow,

Repro Girl