Are Quilts Just For Winter?
Not when they are crafted from paper!
I have not been fortunate enough to inherit quilts from my grandmothers or aunts. Now that I think about it, I can't recall seeing any of the women in my family working in the needle arts except Mama and she did crewel embroidery and and crochet.
I was fortunate enough, however, to spend several years in the Midwest. I
found a best friend who quilted. Between her influence, the ritual of autumn craft shows, local antiquing and the Amish community of Grabill, I fell in love with quilts. I learned to recognize many pattern names and their history.
And then I wanted to learn how to quilt. I wanted baby quilts for my little ones.
Technically I did learn to quilt. It was kindly suggested and agreed upon that a nine patch pattern might be a good one for a beginner, like me. So off I went to fabric stores in pursuit of primary color calicoes for a nursery decorated in yellow gingham and bright balloon wallpaper.I pieced by hand. I quilted by hand and I still have that sweet little crib quilt.
I continued to study quilts and began purchasing old quilts that were made by others' grandmothers.
My subsequent quilting endeavors have not been terribly successful. But I do love looking at fabric and dreaming about my next quilt.
In the meantime, I look at paper the way quilters must look at fabric. I buy paper, then more paper.
And then I try to put paper and quilt patterns together.
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