Probably like most of you, I have a fabric scrap basket that overfloweth. One of our 3-1/2 year old daughter's favorite pastimes these days is using the longish scraps to tie things around the house. She ties up furniture. She ties together long strings of baby toys into crazy mobiles. She ties fabric up her own legs and arms. And memorably, the other night she tied Stephen to her bedside table so that, she thought, he'd be forced to stay there all night, keeping her company.
Untying things that we need--including Stephen--is getting a tad inconvenient, so I've been motivated lately to try to use up some of my scraps in a different sort of creative endeavor. This, coupled with my revived interest lately in making a larger-scale project, caused some distant memory bells to start ringing and I remembered the work of Sherri Lynn Wood. I've had the good fortune to meet this fiber artist in person a couple of times--at an art fair, the farmer's market, and also at a yard sale that she and some other artist types were having a couple of years ago. (I got several yards of vintage trims and a hat knitted by her very own hands that day--score!) I don't know her any more than that, but remember her as incredibly tranquil and peaceful. It was no surprise to me when I found out that she has a masters in theology in addition to her artistic training. An interesting mix, no?
Sherri teaches workshops on how to make passage quilts, which are improvisational and intended to help the individual sewer work through transitions in her life. I love this idea, though don't feel like I'm particularly transitional at the moment. I am, however, looking forward to my annual beach trip with my college girlfriends this weekend. So instead of a passage quilt, I'm starting my first ever "Dang, time is passing!" quilt. My hope is that my four oldest friends will help me piece together some scraps into an improvisational something during our trip. See my scraps? None of my friends sew at all, so I have no idea what sort of response I'll get from them. I've known one of them since we were 10 years old, and the rest of them since we were around 18 or 20. That's a loooooong time, right? So I'm hoping for some good stitching love! I'll let y'all know what happens.