Every quilting project generates scraps. Even alleged scrap-buster projects have the alarming capacity to spawn scraps. These ever-multipling and ever-smaller pieces of fabric can be unwieldy, unshapely, hard to keep track of. I shove them in tubs and baskets and buckets. I procure more tubs, baskets, and buckets. I fill them, stack them in precarious, mismatched towers. My living room is now a city of sky-scraping scrap-piles.
Scraps weary me. How do I still have pieces of this fabric? I fell in love with this crazy print. Now it is unimaginably ugly. I suck it up and use it again, thinking this will be our last encounter. A month later I find more pieces of it, hiding in a forgotten tupperware. By some dark magic, this process happens again and again. They are attached to me; they haunt me forever.
This is the dark side of scraps. But there is a light side, a beautiful side.
When I quilt with my own scraps, I incorporate the memories of a hundred projects. I remember the excitement of designing something new, learning new techniques, watching my skills grow, seeing the project come together in unexpected ways. I experience again the simple joy and wonder of touching and seeing a beautiful piece of fabric, its textures, colors, simplicity or artistry, whimsy or elegance. It has been with me for a while. Today I am surprised and glad to see that some piece of it still remains.
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I made this trivet with scraps from the first quilt I made for my son |
As I lift a scrap from a past project and fit it to another, I remember the person for whom I labored. I think again of how I observed their favorite colors, their style and taste, habits and needs, and then thought of what I might make for them that could make them feel special and known, make them laugh and smile. I feel again my pleasure at their surprise and delight. I connect with them in my heart, and also with my own better self, a person who is warm and generous.
As I stitch these many pieces together I see a new creation take shape. I focus my intention now on someone new. Sometimes I know who that is, and sometimes I do not. Past prayers join together to bring blessings for someone new.
At a simple, economic level, it is also deeply satisfying to work with scraps. These tiny pieces could be discounted. They could be composted. Or worse, thrown in the trash. I tell myself that I am frugal. (This miserly mythology is only part of the story: the amount of money I have spent building my stash could have paved our driveway, and if my husband ever reads this blog I guess we'll have to chat about that.) When I make them into something bigger, something beautiful, I feel resourceful and triumphant. All things are possible! I have made stone soup! We may go hungry, but we will never want for quilts.
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Quilty Compost |
This optimist's venture is also a stay against chaos. I turn disorder into order. I make the piles smaller. As I embark on a new scrap project, I think, I will use so many scraps, I will be so happy. At the end, I am vindicated. It feels wonderful. I am free!
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More gorgeous fabric from TupperwareParty |
A crack opens just here. I enjoyed that feeling so much that I want to do another scrap project. But I have no scraps left. My tubs are empty, my towers demolished. I get the bright idea to use someone else's scraps. I scour ebay and etsy in search of scrap lots and goody bags, and, in the grips of madness, I buy them.
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Awesome scraps from one of my favorite Etsy sellers, Textile Temptations by TupperwareParty |
This mad impulse has yielded wonderful results. I would never be able to afford such a variety of batiks and Kokka designs if I bought them in bundles or off the bolt. Other people's castaway scraps can often be bought for a song, and many have numbered among my favorite fabric purchases. One of my favorite sellers to buy larger scraps from is Textile Temptations by TupperwareParty on Etsy, who share their fabulous taste in Japanese fabrics at great prices.
But sometimes the results are mixed. A purchase of a novelty scrap lot on ebay yielded a fun asparagus print, rainbows and unicorns, emperor penguins, constellations, and a lightning-lit sky (yay!). It also yielded a surprising amount of fabric featuring money, bacon, beer, zombies, and half-naked firemen. I am stymied.
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The novelty box. If only the money and beer were real... |
And sometimes the results are allergies. Small scraps are very hard to wash. I can wash the quilt when all is said and done, but until then I stubbornly itch my way through piles of scraps that carry with them remnants of cat dander and unexpected perfumes. Is it worth it? Oh yes.
In a future post I'll share some of my adventures in scrap sorting. Until then, I'd love to hear from you - what is your relationship with your scraps? Do you love them, hate them, hoard them, hide them? What are your favorite scrap creations?