I love having quilt scraps. I love making them into something that is meaningful. I have made several quilts and given them to special people and special times in their lives. This is probably the most memorable quilt top I have even made. It started out being a quilt for my Dad. Sorry Dad, just can't seem to part with this one.
I love having quilt scraps. I love making them into something that is meaningful. I have made several quilts and given them to special people and special times in their lives. This is probably the most memorable quilt top I have even made. It started out being a quilt for my Dad. Sorry Dad, just can't seem to part with this one.
If you have been following along with my blog from the beginning you already know that I stared my quilting adventure in WI as sorta a therapy for me. We loved at least nine hours from our kids and parents. We lived out in the country (which I loved) and we were bringing children into our lives thru foster care. Mark was working long hours and those hours somehow seemed longer with the LONG winters in WI. So I decided to teach myself to quilt. At night after everyone was sound asleep I would go to the basement and begin. Sometimes sewing until two or three in the morning. I had a lot of wonderful teachers (quilt shop ladies or anyone I could talk to about quilting that I could gain information from) and a wonderful neighbor that would help me when I was on a deadline crunch.
As I sit here at the kitchen table I can see scraps from the cowboys quilts that I made Michael, Trevor and Christopher...the oak leaf table runner and napkins I made for Cassie and Trevor for their first Christmas (their last name is Oakes)...the quilt I made for Teresa and Greg when brought Josiah home from Korea ...the linings of the wool purses I made for Cassie and Emmy...the flannel in Mark's big Star quilt...my first rag quilt...Christmas gifts for family and friends...my Mom's big Square Frames quilt that I now wrap up in...the first quilt I made for Sarah Beth when she was going thru chemo...pillow cases that I have made for the kids...pieces that I put in Yvonne's 'I'm Leaving WI' quilt...quilts that I made for a quilt give away to foster kids that they go to their first placement...and so many more. When I see quilts I see hours of standing at a table measuring and cutting, hours sitting at a machine, hours and burnt fingers from pressing each seam...but most of all I see lots of love and prayers that have gone into making them all. I am going to treasure this quilt top and maybe one day actually finish it by quilting and binding it. But until then I will make sure it is well taken care of. Quilts are so much more than something pretty to look at or wrap up in.
If you have been following along with my blog from the beginning you already know that I stared my quilting adventure in WI as sorta a therapy for me. We loved at least nine hours from our kids and parents. We lived out in the country (which I loved) and we were bringing children into our lives thru foster care. Mark was working long hours and those hours somehow seemed longer with the LONG winters in WI. So I decided to teach myself to quilt. At night after everyone was sound asleep I would go to the basement and begin. Sometimes sewing until two or three in the morning. I had a lot of wonderful teachers (quilt shop ladies or anyone I could talk to about quilting that I could gain information from) and a wonderful neighbor that would help me when I was on a deadline crunch.
As I sit here at the kitchen table I can see scraps from the cowboys quilts that I made Michael, Trevor and Christopher...the oak leaf table runner and napkins I made for Cassie and Trevor for their first Christmas (their last name is Oakes)...the quilt I made for Teresa and Greg when brought Josiah home from Korea ...the linings of the wool purses I made for Cassie and Emmy...the flannel in Mark's big Star quilt...my first rag quilt...Christmas gifts for family and friends...my Mom's big Square Frames quilt that I now wrap up in...the first quilt I made for Sarah Beth when she was going thru chemo...pillow cases that I have made for the kids...pieces that I put in Yvonne's 'I'm Leaving WI' quilt...quilts that I made for a quilt give away to foster kids that they go to their first placement...and so many more. When I see quilts I see hours of standing at a table measuring and cutting, hours sitting at a machine, hours and burnt fingers from pressing each seam...but most of all I see lots of love and prayers that have gone into making them all. I am going to treasure this quilt top and maybe one day actually finish it by quilting and binding it. But until then I will make sure it is well taken care of. Quilts are so much more than something pretty to look at or wrap up in.
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