The other way I sell quilts is to people I know. They either see one I have posted or ask if I can make them a custom one. Those are the hard sells for me. The first time a person I know buys a quilt, I'm convinced it's a Pity Sale. Nobody wants a Pity Sale. If that same friend/customer wants a second quilt, then I'm convinced it's a Sale to Convince Jessica That the First Sale Was Not a Pity Sale. Oh, this low self-esteem I've been blessed with. What if that customer/friend wants a third quilt? At that point I figure they must, for some strange reason, just happen to, maybe, just a little bit, sort of, kind of, like, or at least not hate, the first and second quilts they bought, possibly.
|Their Before poses.|
Before my Mom and family came to visit in April, the house got a thorough spring cleaning. Hiding under the guest bed along with the dust bunnies was some cow-themed fabric I had completely forgotten about. Leave it to me to lose farm animals under the furniture, but I was very happy be to reunited with the lost sheep and cows and pigs After our company went home, I carved out some time to cut up the fabric farm animals.
I had discovered a really cute piece of project fabric at the thrift store, originally intended to become a cow pillow. Why make a pillow when you can have the whole farm, that's what I thought. So I combined the project pieces with some cute calico, a bit of black and white checks, a dash of bandanna themed paisley, a pair of never worn Lee cotton shorts, and two more cow themed prints.
There was a lot of fabric in this quilt I was afraid would not fray, so instead of using Warm and White batting inside sewn with an X, I used squares of really good white flannel as a third layer. I should have gone with the really cheap white flannel, it would have frayed better. But with use and washings and dryings, this quilt will do what all rag quilts do - get better with age. Happy cow quilts not only come from California, they come from under the guest bed.
|63 squares of Bovine Chicness.|
|Off to greener pastures.|
|I'm a vegan butcher.|
|All rolled up with somewhere to go.|