Ok, I lied, I am going to make one more point about quilts.
I have witnessed in my lifetime the absolute loss of craftsmen (I mean women, too) in our society. Our factories are disappearing by the droves, along with the men who knew how to build and operate the machinery. When a factory in the US closes, most of the equipment is being sold to guys from China who come over and snap it up and ship it out. And then the old dudes who knew how to work on the machines die. And we become more and more ignorant every day.
Not too many years ago, I decided that I was going to begin buying everything that I needed from "Made in the USA" stuff. Not possible. You can't do it. Fabric, in particular, and more importantly, the thread that it is woven from, is no longer manufactured ANYWHERE in the US that I know of. The one possible exception to this is there is a company making really crappy knitted cotton in TX, and a few small factories still operating in North Carolina that the employees have purchased and are trying to make a go of it. I have searched really hard for USA made fabric, and I can't find it. When I call the companies, they always admit to me that they have the fabric made overseas and they just warehouse it and sell it.
That means, my fellow TMMers, that if TSHTF, and we can no longer get imports because, say, the crazy Iranians have blocked the Straits of Hormuz or something, we are gonna be SOL. And that is just fabric. What about all the other stuff we can't make anymore? Like shoes? How long would it take for factories to not only get started again, but build the tooling needed for those factories?
I guess we wouldn't have to worry about unemployment anymore. Except that most of the Americans will be far too stupid to build a factory from the ground up.
So, I quilt. It was the thing that I could do to keep a little bit of craftsmanship in my life, a little bit of the old culture of my mom and grandma to pass on to my granddaughters. Like a living history lesson, sort of.
Plus, I thought it would be good for me to make my own freakin' quilts instead of being constantly pissed off at my step-mother for selling my mom's quilt.
