Scraps

Within my bags of quilting stuff Are lots of little scraps, The remnants of some projects Which I saved, thinking perhaps… I would use them in the future Like they once did long ago When they gathered snips of fabric And a patchwork quilt they’d sew. It was done then from necessity So nothing went to waste And I’m sure that many beds With scrap-made blankets have been graced. But realistically I realized, Without patience or privation, I should ditch these scraps for my idea Was just a fabrication.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/19/2018 4:40:00 PM

I agree with you! All good intentions. Mine will make its way to the thrift store soon I think

Tom Cunningham

Date: 9/19/2018 1:21:00 PM

We all think alike, with me its bits of wood and metal thinking I'll use that at some point in the future. Sometimes I do and sometimes I get ruthless and throw it away. Tom

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/19/2018 9:51:00 AM

Ilene, the one thing I could never throw away was fabric or sewing supplies. I do not have to now because my daughter is the leader of three girl scout troops and she is teaching them how to sew. This is about 45 girls. I send everything to her. You have nailed quilt-making and sewing in a poem that is a tribute to our ancestors for sure.