My climbing days are likely over as we haven't climbed in awhile, but this analogy might help explain my thought processes over the last weeks. I was proficient at both sport and trad climbing, but preferred the trad routes for their difficulty and simply because they weren't accessible to the masses. If you were a trad climber, then trad climbing was the "right" way to climb. For me, it was slower and more meditative. You had to think and you had time to think.
I explain all this to get to where I am right now with my quilting. For the last year and a bit I've worked in a quilt shop where it is all about gadgets, and matchy-matchy, and quick and easy, and instant gratification. Call it a Sport Quilting Shop. I admittedly got sucked into the glamour and speed of it....the beautiful fabrics lured me in and I bought yards and yards of fabrics in the same lines; matchy-matchy. I steered clear of a lot of the gadgets, but did acquire a few and I tried out the pre-cuts; 5 inch, 10 inch, and triangles. I didn't fall for it completely, I still pre-wash all my fabrics before cutting and I have still been hand-quilting all my quilt, but I did try machine quilting (yikes). I confess, I went to the dark side for awhile.
Thanks to Texas Freckles I have started to come to my senses. She is hand piecing a hexagon charm quilt....that is where I got turned on to the charm quilt and along the way I started to hand piece, I'm reading a book called Quiltmaking by Hand, by Jinny Beyer, and I am assessing my fabric "collection". In doing all of this I realize that I strayed far from who I am and what I am all about....
I'm about frugality, simplicity, and slowing down. I'm about honoring traditional and sentimentality, and creating something from nothing. I learned to quilt from my mom, with paper cutting templates, scissors, and a simple sewing machine. We quilted on a wooden frame (her's was suspended from the ceiling) and made our quilting templates from cardboard and marked the lines with chalk or pencil. We quilted in white thread, the backs were always white and most importantly they were quilts that were meant to be used and washed; not art for hanging on the wall. We made quilts with purpose and practicality AND beauty.
I'm headed back in time, to what I know is right for me....I am a "trad" quilter, though I dabbled in the "sport" quilting world for awhile. I'm not going to judge the sport quilters, I am only going to say that I know now that traditional is the way for me.