the journey of my quilt topMonday, July 21, 2008
It started as a quilt top. Just a top. My mother purchased it for us about ten years ago. To make memories on. And if you can believe this, the woman who made it, charged her ten dollars. The woman said that she didn't do it for the money. She just loved to do it.
This quilt top was hand stitched. Perfect little stitches. 928, 2x2 squares. (Oh, come on, you knew that I would count.) It measures 87"x 79".
(the five of us. july 2002. i think that i was making peanut butter and jelly sandwich # 3,192. i can't even imagine how many pb&j's that i have made in their lifetime.)
The kids keep growing. And still. It is just a top.
Until last weekend. When I decided it was time. We have a little road trip coming up and I was not going to have my family sitting on a top. Just a top. Again. So, I got busy. And I sandwiched. Three times. To try to get it right. With heavy chairs holding my huge piece of fabric that I used for the back. And the entire time I was pinning, I was thinking about the walking foot that Erin told me I needed. And about how I still hadn't purchased it. And about how there was no way that I was going to get to a store to purchase a walking foot. And I was thinking about the woman who had hand stitched all of those pieces together. And it was like that woman whispered to me, "Just hand stitch it, for goodness sakes!"
When I told my mother, she just giggled and said, "Yes, people use safety pins, and there are actually curved safety pins made just for quilting. " Who knew? Oh, besides all of you quilters. (Hmmm. Telling that story may just rank right up there with my freezer paper story.)