And we must always obey the voices. Actually
what happened was that I was making this little flannel baby jacket, and as I was looking at the colors in the print I thought, those would make a really colorful baby quilt! So of course I had to go get my tote o' scraps immediately, because you know if I wait I would never get around to it. I'm not really a "quilter" in the true sense of the word, but that's ok. If I had the time and patience to make real quilts nobody would be able to afford them anyway.
Quilts are not something I do all the time, but I guess my brain was still in quilt mode from having just recently finished this purple and turquoise one. Sparky doubted, she said those two colors fight...and to be honest, I think I've lost all perception of what colors go with what. I can not think of a color combination I've never used in the making of powwow regalia. After a while everything I learned in art class in elementary school just lost meaning (and believe it or not, I DID learn that in art class; they showed us a color wheel and informed us that these colors go together, and those do not. As you can see, I didn't pay a lot of attention in school).
Anyway, my response to Sparky was, "if I put them together, they're going to have to learn to get along". And they do. Apparently it's not just me, because the quilt I made was inspired by this little afghan I made out of a skein of yarn I found at the local consignment shop; purple and turquoise all variegated together. It also inspired several purple-and-turquoise baby outfits, which brings us back to the voices in my head.
People talk about their "muse" all the time, what inspires them to do what they do. I would picture myself as having two muses, sitting on each shoulder like in the cartoons, and egging each other on; "hey, look at that yarn! Why don't you make an afghan? I bet you remember how to make the broomstick stitch". "You know what would be fun? Some little clothes that match those colors, cause you don't see THOSE colors every day in the baby department". "While you're at it, why don't you take the scraps left over from the clothes and make a quilt? You weren't really going to throw them away, now were you?" (I wasn't. And to be fair, I think that last one might have been my Dad. God forbid I should throw anything away!!!).
No comments:
Post a Comment