Maybe it was her husband, finding one more snippet of thread in the butter dish. Maybe it was a guild friend, watching her match a spool to a fabric swatch from across the room without even squinting. However it started, the nickname stuck, and she wears it proudly. Thread Wit & Whimsy is a small, playful collection for anyone whose head is full of thread, color and a little mischief.
The name, in lights
Thread Head says it plainly, in cheerful script that fades from teal to violet with a loose little curl of thread swooping underneath like a signature. It also comes in bold purple lettering, the kind of confident type you use when the nickname is not a tease anymore but a title. Either way, it answers the question every non-quilter eventually asks, which is why there is always thread on her sleeve. She is a Thread Head. It explains everything.
A wheel of pure color
Spools of Wonder is the design for the quilter who organizes her thread by color and would like to be admired for it. Rainbow spools are arranged in a perfect circle, each one pointing to the center, their colors fanning out like slices of a color wheel from red to violet, with loose ends curling off the edges. It looks like the inside of her thread drawer on the one day a year it is tidy. We would frame it if we were not so busy wearing it.
And when the binding is finally done
Then there is the design for the end of a long sewing day: a big glass of red wine with fabric strips wrapped around its stem, a pair of scissors, a few spools and a scatter of cut squares at its foot. A quilter looks at that glass and recognizes the whole evening, the last seam pressed, the scraps swept into a pile for tomorrow, and a well-earned pour at the cutting table.
Nicknames stick for a reason
Every guild has a Thread Head, and usually more than one. She is the friend who can name a thread color by number, who hands out spools like mints and who has absolutely, definitely, left a snip of cotton in your car. You know exactly who she is. This collection lets her claim the title, and if anyone in the family grumbles about the thread in the butter dish, she can simply point to her chest.
Written by Jacqueline. Thanks for reading.
