If you're a quilt lover, you've probably come across an old quilt at an antique show or a junk shop that catches your eye. You catch your breath when you see it, and then you tell yourself, 'forget it'. You spend enough on fabric to make your own quilts. You are emphatically not a collector. By choice. Because you know that once you start, it's a slippery slope. Besides, this quilt has lots of problems. Its bloomers are worn through, its undies are showing!
Leaves are a-poppin'.
Dyes have rotted out the few prints, soft batting bleeds out though the holes.
Why, it's stained here and there. Clearly not functional. The price is ridiculous. You're not a collector. You walk away, happy to have enjoyed it for a few minutes.
But sometimes these quilts have special powers. They exert their own kind of mind control. You find yourself driving by the shop, which is off your usual route, just to see if it's still in the window. You mention it to a few people. Quilt people. That clan you know will cheer you on. You go back and ask if you can take some photos.
While melting over the charming little details...the basket handles dripping hearts!!...you notice the quilting. Densely worked, organic in design and fine in execution. The quilter poured her heart into this. By the time she got to the border work, she was running out of red fabric. Some of the flowers are pieced from scraps.
You thank the sleepy salesclerk and start to leave, thinking maybe you were right. It's just too worn. There are too many other expenses this spring. But she jumps up, unprompted, and calls the owner. She'll take less. You'll think about it.
Each time you sit down at the computer, you find yourself drifting over to the photo album, clicking through your shots. 'Come get me", it whispers through the screen.
The next day you jump in the car and tentatively return, only to find the shop closed, despite posted hours to the contrary. It's a sign. This is a frivolous crush.
But sometimes a crush can be a wonderful precursor. (You married your high school sweetheart, didn't you?)
Sometimes you just can't ignore that little voice in your head that after enumerating all the reasons why not, screams...'Are you crazy?!! Go get it before it's gone!'