I had no interest in learning to cook although we made a terrific strawberry-rhubarb puff that semester, which I still make now and then. And I had already been sewing simple jumpers, but picked up quite a few tips in class and my sewing really took off. Fabric was my addiction, and I enjoyed the freedom in creativity. I found that I could exchange sleeve styles among dress patterns and have something completely different.
Years later I took one class for a patchwork wall hanging and jumped into quilting with both feet. I put some small quilts for sale in a local quilt shop. The owner admired my work and hired me to do the hand-quilting on some of her quilts that she entered in contests. Then life went in other directions for me and I stopped quilting. Basically, I was working two jobs and taking a college class.
Over the years I’ve come across old quilt tops or patchwork squares that were started by women who passed on long ago. In some cases I have completed the quilts, in others I have sold them as is. It is my desire to preserve or carry on the dreams of women who came before me. So when I came across these few patches and scraps last year, I knew I would make a quilt from them. Having only a few pieces to work with became my challenge.
I took them out this past weekend and bought the extra fabric I needed. I’ve been working on the piecing and the top is almost finished. So far, I think it is a fitting tribute to the original seamstress.
This creativity has encouraged thinking about what I want to do for myself. Anyone who creates a quilt will dream of all the different ones they would like to make, knowing that there really isn’t enough time to make all of them. I’d like to start to tackle that list in my mind, making as many as possible, hoping that someday my children will find them safely stored away for them and their children to enjoy and know that I made these for them.