Thursday Thirteen. 13 Random Pieces of Fabric.

As a quilter, I LOVE fabric. I love to look at it. I love to touch it. I love to cut it into small pieces and sew it back together. I buy fabric as compulsively as some readers buy books. For fun, here are some random pieces from my fabric collection:


I love this sunflower batik. Someday I will use it. Really. I will.


I found this bear fabric in Montana last year while visiting Yellowstone. It seemed the perfect vacation souvenir.



Did you know that Jane Austen and her sisters made a quilt? I've downloaded the pattern. It's not an easy one. Anyhow, I've a small collection of floral fabrics that I want to use in my own version of the Jane Austen quilt. These two fabrics may end up in that quilt. Or not.


I love this fabric. I have no idea what to do with it. But I have 2 yards of it for the day I finally get an idea.



These two each remind me of water. I wouldn't use them together, but they would work in something where I want to suggest water. They're very different, but I love them both.


I am a sucker for green fabric. I love green fabric. I have way too much green fabric.


This will go in a baby quilt some day. Aren't the baby dinosaurs so cute?

On Friday I leave for a 48-hour quilting retreat with my guild buddies. I can't wait!

Comments

  1. JaceFebruary 22, 2008 at 2:13 AM

    Oh, Phyl ... what lovely fabrics! Your collection reminds me of my own collection of cross-stitch fabrics, although mine are definitely less colorful and varied. *grin* I collect threads, patterns and stitching bits and bobs too.

    Have an enjoyable trip with your friends. :D

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  2. PhylMarch 21, 2008 at 8:43 PM

    2nd test

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