My camera is never far away from me, especially when I’m playing tourist. I was sitting here yesterday, trying to come up with some new design ideas – when I started going through my photographs from days gone by. Lo-and-behold there were some photos that need to be turned into quilt designs.
Look at this one photo of a door, from the Institute for Texan Culture:
Now take a look at how many different quilt design inspirations I garnered from this one photograph:
Amazing how one can find quilt design inspiration in the most unlikely of places. Guess I’d better get to work!
I take many photographs of my quilts and fabric.
Most of the time, I’m photographing because I need an image for the front of a pattern, or for instructions for a pattern.
But, sometimes. Ah yes – occasionally. I’ll take a close-up of a quilt or fabric … just because I want to remember the feel of that quilt against my cheek.
Take a minute to view these photos and see if you can feel the same, soft, cotton-y goodness of a quilt made of these fabrics, rubbing against your cheek as you sniggle into a comfy position, with a book in-hand or a chick-flick showing on the television, or snuggling up with a child who wants some special closeness:
Do you feel it? I’m hoping you do – and it shows your quilted heart, too.
I think I always show up for work on Mondays in a smug mood, when I’ve had a successful quilting weekend! On Friday night, I cut out and pieced another “Building Blocks Baby Quilt” in batiks, which gave it a very colorful camo look:
On Saturday, I cut out and pieced another “Nine-Patch Star Baby Quilt” with the Chutes & Ladders fabric from Moda:
On Sunday, I felt the above photographed quilt needed just a touch more, so I added a 5″ striped border – wow, what a difference it made!
As we put the kids to bed on Wednesday evening, we lingered in the door of DD#1’s bedroom. She told us to go away. Hubby said we were just staring at a 13 year-old, because we’d never had one of our own. Like in a zoo, yaknow?
Yup, she is now 13 and we are now parents of a teen. Which is about the point that I find a nautical radio and call the Coast Guard for an S.O.S. – right?