It begins with “Love.” Love for someone special in your life. At least, that is how it starts for me. I can’t explain it other than to say that my way of expressing my love for someone begins by wanting to create something especially for that person that I hope will bring them joy. Something that hopefully will be a daily reminder that I love them and value them in my life. This is why I love to sew, quilt, and paint. From the time I was a small child, I felt enormously rewarded when I gave a picture I…
Family Quilt Stories
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Continue ReadingFinally! I bet my readers thought I’d never get my mother’s quilt finished! But, last night, I hand-stitched the last stitch needed for quilting the entire 75×80 quilt on my hand quilting frame. Wow. I can’t believe I finished the quilting! My fingers are very grateful. They’ve taken quite a…
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Continue ReadingHand quilting really isn’t all that difficult. It just takes patience and callouses on your finger tips. Two things I did not have until today. Now that I’m in the swing of the quilting, it’s enjoyable. It feels good to complete an entire section. I can look on with pride…
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Continue ReadingI had high hopes of completing this quilt swiftly, by handing it over to a professional long arm quilter to do all the quilting for me. And, I could have, but then the design would cover the entire quilt as one large design, rather than a single design around the…
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Progress is a beautiful thing, especially when that progress settles into a finished quilt top!! And here is how I finished the quilt top for the Double Dutch Quilt! This is the largest quilt I have ever made. I’ve made many a lap quilt, but never a queen size quilt…
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Continue ReadingIt always feels so good to know that I had a productive day, especially when I’m on a tight schedule to get this quilt made and other projects completed for the holidays. I feel today was one of those days. By last night, I had completed 1 or 4 columns…
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Continue ReadingA productive day sewing – with my 93y/o mom! She helped me rip out seams on a block that I had screwed up. Why am I not surprised? It all worked out great though. Mom and I had a few laughs and she told me stories too. Stories of her…