I have been giving some thought lately to the value others place on the things left behind. I am an “enthusiastic” collector of vintage things–beautiful fabrics, hand-embroidered linens, travel souvenirs (especially cloth dolls), old beads and trims…the list can go on and on. I love things that show the hand of the maker; and things which have obviously been loved and treasured. In the past, I have bought (rescued) something just because it needed a “caretaker”; I don’t do that so much any more. One can take care of only so many things…and some, maybe even me, are certain that I have surpassed all expectations as far as that activity goes. These days, I buy only what I love. But, when left behind, will my treasure really be a legacy, or just a pile of stuff to be dealt with? I guess I have decided to not worry about that. There is no point in getting rid of something that I would just buy again. But, it has started me thinking about other “stuff”.
I recently had to empty the closet that holds all of my fabric stash for some house repairs. (Lots of other things live in that closet too: old beaded trims, feathers, ribbons…several pieces of needlepoint waiting for a chair, the marionette my father helped me carve, my trains(!)…many, many treasures…) And as I put most of it back (and set aside a pile to donate), I came across my quilt tops–NINE !!! of them. (I guess I like to piece far better than I like to quilt.) And though I know my kids don’t love all my “stuff”, I figure they will have a hard time giving away my work. And there is the problem. I just don’t think 9 unfinished quilts are a great legacy. And so, I have resolved to make this the year of the quilt…I am going to try to quilt a bit every day. Maybe I will be able to at least stay even–I’ve got a few ideas for some fabric that I found in my stash! Maybe I will manage to finish a few.