Remnants No. 3
I have several boxes of my mother’s fabric. She never threw away even the smallest of pieces. When she cut out a dress or a shirt or a blouse, the left-over fabric was neatly rolled up with either a straight pin keeping it together or a bit of the selvedge tied in a bow knot. It has been a nostalgic run to open those little bundles, smooth them out, and then organize them. This little piece came from many of her left-overs–but the Elvis print came from a series of Elvis quilts I did. One was used as a grand prize for a friend’s tenure as head of Al-Anon; the other went to the local guild’s biannual quilt auction.
It’s been fun to use up these pieces. Mom was a very traditional quilter, and her taste in quilting fabric ran to rust and teal–neither of which are colors I particularly like. She liked black and white prints for her dresses and I’ve used those in another larger piece that is waiting to be quilted.