So, I'm going to admit something that I have thus far withheld from the world wide webs.
I love quilts.
I could stare at a quilting magazine all day.
I love the piecing.
I love the free-motion sewing.
I love that people combine odd color combinations to create beautiful masterpieces.
I love the creativity that goes in every step of the quilting process.
So, it should come as no surprise that when I see a quilt at a historical center, or fabric store, or hotel lobby, I stop and stare at it, closely at first, and then once I gain an appreciation for the quilter's skill in the details, I step back and take in the whole thing.
I've even stopped women in the grocery store, and stared at the covered babies in car seats, and whispered to them, "What a beautiful baby quilt!" Sometimes I forget to comment on the actual baby.
I was at a doctor's office and noticed a quilt on the wall. I had noticed other quilts in their hallways, but I had never seen this quilt before, so I went to look at it.
The colors of this quilt are bright and beautiful. Some of the pieces we see here are about an inch in size! The free-motion quilting was done with a machine, but hand guided to make those beautiful, and complex designs that quilt the pieced layer together with the batting and the bottom layer. The stitches are small and even, and it was obvious that this was done by an extremely talented quilter.
After staring at the minute details, I took a step back to take in the whole quilt.
But within seconds, I gave the quilt a double take...
WHAT???
AAAAAACCCCKKKK!!! Is that a picture of a double uterus???
And those images that looked abstract, weren't so abstract anymore.
They were actual pictures....
of actual internal organs....
of actual humans.
As I stood there, mouth and eyes wide open, the quilter in me began to cry...
while the science buff in me gave it a standing ovation.
