I've certainly made enough quilts for myself but some that bring me the greatest joy are ones that now belong to other people. I no longer sell my own work. It's just too tedious to explain the pricing: "This quilt has $300 worth of material in it-" or "My estimate is 250 hours of work-." I'm always feeling defensive and justifying what I charge. Thus, no more selling for me. Now I give away my quilts.
The people who get them are generally friends and family. I give these quilts away with a happy heart. For weddings, to comfort when the recipient's sick, or as a thank-you for some kindness. I used to have a store and sold both new and old quilts, plus fabric and sewing notions. Even 30 years ago, I had to defend my prices. Having stepped back from the question of what my quilt is worth, I find I breathe easier.
'Star to the 4th Power.'
A Log Cabin variation in autumnal shades.
Little crazy quilt for a charity auction.
Blue crazy quilt (only half bound) photographed in the tile floor hall of my old studio.
A queen-size Log Cabin with pink and brown prints from the line I did for Michael Miller called 'Carolina Heirloom Roses.'
If Parrots Designed Quilts (probably the busiest quilt I've ever made)
A horizontal version of Chinese Coins
The 'Big Ass Sampler' in which our clan tartan features prominently.
Of course the quilt has to pass the feline paw of approval.
