I Confess I Am a Quilter

I confess I'm a quilter, an avid "technique freaque."
I take at least one quilting class, each and every week.
I have flower pounded,
and I've Stacked and Whacked;
reverse appliquéd, and quilted from the back.
I have learned how to string piece and to tessellate,
and I scissored Snippets and thought it really great.
Sashiko was next, and then Quilts with a View.
I've done beadwork, red work, and ghost layers, too.
All kinds of patch blocks are in my repertoire,
one, two, four, and nine, make up the list so far.
I learned to embellish and trapunto by machine;
Bargello was next, and quilts with a theme.
And for every class I took,
I always bought the teacher's book;
now they sit upon the shelf, unopened and unread,
for I've got a class to take, "How to use Metallic Thread."

Frieda McFred

Frieda McFred had a thing about thread.
She thought she had never enough.
So she fed her fetish with rayons quite reddish
and silks colored pewter and buff.
As the spools they increased, Frieda's quilting decreased
and she was filled with a great sense of gloom.
For there was thread everywhere, on her bed and her chair,
and Frieda had run out of room.

©2003 Patricia Littlefield

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