As I mentioned in my editor’s letter in the August TQL, Wendy Hill has no stash. When she told me that, my first impulse was to feel sorry for her. After all, I derive so much pleasure from the care and feeding of my own prodigious stash. But Wendy insists she’s fine—happy, even. Here’s how she explains this strange phenomenon, in her own words:
“I blame my genes. My Scottish grandfather, Albert Stevens, ran a construction company, building primarily brick buildings. He got his start as a very young man in San Francisco after the big 1906 earthquake. He went back to Michigan and started his company. My father used to tell me how Albert ordered the bricks. If he had more than five bricks leftover at the end of a project, he was not happy. I’ve always been that way too. If I have more than an inch of fabric leftover when I’ve finished a quilt, I am not happy!
I have intuitive leaps when it comes to my ideas, but my inner vision is very specific. I guess you’d say I’m eclectic, because my ideas are all over the place. I would never have the fabrics I’m looking for, no matter how much I had already bought. Also, most of the time for me, a fabric just is until I have an idea for how to use it. I might love a fabric on first glance and never find a way to use it. Or a fabric I didn’t give a second thought about suddenly becomes perfect after I get the idea.
I do not like having unfinished projects hanging around, and I’d hate having stacks of fabric meant for this or that quilt. That would be a burden on my mind, and that stifles my creativity.”
Are you also stashless and proud? We’d love to hear from you…Jan Magee, The Quilt Life