Confessions of...The Closet Quilter

When did this world become a confessional?   Reality (?) TV makes it look normal!  Blogs, Twitter, and especially Facebook give us all multiple opportunities each day to join the line at the confessional booth, maybe with a dim hope of feeling better after we expose our faults and fantasies to the world.

I have many faults and failings, so now it is my turn.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...

Me:  Sometimes, I buy clothes just so I can cut them up.
     Priest:  So you like to shred your clothes?  Why would you do that?
Me:  No, I buy the clothes because the fabric is so cool, I want to use it in a piece of artwork or a quilt.  Or make pillows out of it.  Or just have it.  But I don't really want the clothes.
     Priest:  You don't want the clothes?  So why do you buy them?
Me:  To. Cut. Them. Up.
     Him:  Yes, You have established that.  But they are clothes - you can't wear them if you cut them up.
Me:  I know, and I feel really guilty when I do it, but I just can't stop.  Like the other day- I ruined this beautiful dress so I could use the fabric to make a pot holder.


     Him:  A POTHOLDER?
Me:  You know, the thing to protect your hands from hot pans?
     Priest: (muttering) You have a problem...
Me:  That's why I'm here...  I have fewer and fewer clothes in my closet, and more and more scraps in my scrap bag.  Yesterday I cut up a beautiful linen skirt to make this change purse...

     Him:  That fabric is faded.  Did you wear it a lot?
Me:  Yes, it was my favorite skirt for years, but it was wildly out of style, and -
     Him:  And you cut it up!
Me:  I do have a problem, don't I?  Hey, is that cassock cotton or rayon?
     Him:  Hmm... I have been wearing this black robe for years - why do you ask?
Me:  I wonder... Let's cut it up.... I'll make you something!
     Him:  You don't need absolution, you need a 12 step program...