Patchwork or "pieced work" is a form of needlework that involves sewing together pieces of fabric into a larger design. The larger design is usually based on repeat patterns built up with different fabric shapes (which can be different colors). These shapes are carefully measured and cut, basic geometric shapes making them easy to piece together.
Patchwork is most often used to make quilts, but it can also be used to make bags, wall-hangings, warm jackets, cushion covers, skirts, waistcoats and other items of clothing. Some textile artists work with patchwork, often combining it with embroidery and other forms of stitchery.
When used to make a quilt, this larger patchwork or pieced design becomes the "top" of a three-layered quilt, the middle layer being the batting, and the bottom layer the backing. To keep the batting from shifting, a patchwork or pieced quilt is often quilted by hand or machine using a running stitch in order to outline the individual shapes that make up the pieced top, or the quilting stitches may be random or highly ordered overall patterns that contrast with the patchwork composition.
Patchwork is Bobbie Gentry's sixth and final album, released in 1971. The first of four albums released that year, although the only album of new material as the other releases that same year were retitled reissues of earlier albums, Patchwork was also written and produced by her.
All tracks by Bobbie Gentry.
The original cover art for the album is an uncredited painting of Gentry. According to the liner notes for the 2004 compilation Chickasaw County Child, the painting, along with the one on the cover of the previous album, Fancy, is believed to have been done by Gentry herself.
I know it's wrong
I know it's selfish
You've such a short life
You've so little time
You know this pattern
Patchwork of any direction
Cobbled together
In odd shape and size
Take my hand
We'll walk through this together
But my hand gets sweaty
You somehow slip away
Try to call you
But I don't call too loud, no
Try to love
And never look that hard
'Cause this blue's a swirling ocean
The green, the ambition
The red is the guilt
There's a lot of red
I know it's wrong
I know it's selfish
Such a short life
So little time
Try to call you
But I don't call too loud, no
Try to love
And never look that hard
'Cause this blue's a swirling ocean
The green, the ambition
The red is the guilt
There's a lot of red
The yellow is my sunshine
Comes out on odd occasion
Barely enough