Updated: Dec 13, 2019
My favorite color is blue, always has been always will be.
To Quote Christopher Moore in Sacre Bleu:
A Prelude in Blue.
This is a story about the color blue. It may dodge and weave, hide and decieve and take you down paths of love and history and inspiration, But it is always about blue.
How do you know, when you think about blue, - when you say blue - that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?
You cannot get a grip on blue.
Blue is the sky, the sea, a god's eye, a devil's tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgins cloak, a monkey's ass. It is a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the Brightest day
Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.
This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there is nothing true about it. Blue is beauty not truth. "True Blue is a ruse, a rhyme; it's there, then its not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color.
Even deep blue is shallow.
Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphore, a dream.
Blue is a smile.
This is one of my favorite quotes about the color blue and this is one of my favorite books. It is completely insane, But it is a story about blue and art.
The sky is blue, the ocean is blue. There are true blue pigments in form of lapis lazuli. But in the animals kingdom there is not blue pigment. All of the blues we see in butterflies, birds and fish, are structural color. They are not blue themselves, but the diffract and scatter the light so that what we see is blue, similar to why the sky is blue.
The majority of my fabric is blue, aqua and green. There are two reasons for this. I am just a blue kinda person and that is what catches my eye, but then I also like to make water themed quilts, and that requires blue fabric with aqua and green for accents.
I started to clean my sewing room and I found a bunch of quilt tops that were a either ready to quilt or a nearly ready to quilt. One of these was a quilt that just needed its final borders. I knew the fabric was somewhere in my sewing room. I took everything out of my sewing room and dumped it on the floor of the loft. I mean everything. I then spent most of November and some of December sorting through and touching every piece of fabric I had. Dang if I couldn't find this piece of white fabric with bats on it. There are like 5 yards of it. I ended up using a different border fabric for the quilt.
The lessons I have learned from this exercise in trying to Marie Kondo my sewing room. 1) all my fabric sparks joy even the really ugly pieces, because it is all useful to build a successful quilt. 2)the bins of panels rival the number blue bins. I love panels, I buy panels, I don't actually use panels at the rate I buy them. There is a moratorium on buying any panels for the foreseeable future. Especially solar system panels and fairy panels. These account for at least half my panel stash. 3)The last thing that has happened from this whole cleaning exercise is the shear bout of creativity that it has cause. Going through and touching every piece of fabric I own has proved incredibly useful in reminding me what are in all those bins in the closet. But also has inspired me to use it. At the same time I have been cleaning I have written up two patterns and worked through those directions to make those tops. Then got those patterns to my pattern testers. That is 5 completed tops. Besides all of the customer Christmas quilts done over the past couple weeks, I also finished quilting 3 of my own tops from the closet and one of the tops I made in November. Just a total burst of creative energy.