The Odd workings of my memory

The background fabric is wool from my husband's old work slacks

The background fabric is wool from my husband’s old work slacks

The project you see in the pictureon the left  happened because  my unconscious memory does not forget. Let me explain.

I started cutting fabric to make a ‘flying geese’ pattern block for a quilt for a veteran. I’ve been making quilts for the VA for a few years now, depending on the Jewish Chaplains to give them to whomever needs them.

But when I started quilting back in 2000,

I meant to make the blocks on the right (the darker ones) the same size as the one on the left.

I meant to make the blocks on the right (the darker ones) the same size as the one on the left.

I had a very special project in mind.  In the ’80s and ’90s, I had saved many of my husband’s old work trousers from his days at Atari, and deconstructed them with the idea of cutting THEM up into little pieces, making blocks out of them, and and making quilts. But I put those pants away in 1997, when my husband’s Atari days were finished.

But something must have triggered my memory–maybe it was the fact that another pair of dress slacks had bitten the dust, and I had deconstructed, washed, and dried them, and left them in the sewing room. Something in my memory must have said “enough with the Veteran’s quilts already!  Your own project is waiting.” And I cut a lot of triangles and squares that were the wrong size for my VA project  but the right size to use with the old pants. You can see how wrong of a size my blocks were from the photo on the right. Those blocks were SUPPOSED to be the same size. But I remembered the proportions wrong.

So I’m putting the VA project on the back burner for now, and  working with the old pants and new triangles, the way I should have done 15 years ago.

 

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