I love quilts. They are a sign of comfort of hands tenderly working each stitch. Hands that took time to cut each piece to make a work of art.
So many years I wanted a comforter quilt. You know, the bulky kind. Not any more. I want the kind My Mom made, made from scraps of old dresses, shirts, feed and flour sacks.
Today I have little scraps I use. Little as in few. I go buy fabric when it is on sale, somtime I fall in love with the fabric pattern, but it is always in the clearance area. I do not have to have th latest in fashion quilts. As long as it is warm, I am happy.
So this last week, I drug my sewing table into the living area, so I can sew. I do not like being in the back room alone. Here I can visit, watch television, hop up and down for my water or whatever I need. If I am in the back room, the walk to the kitchen seems like miles, if I do not feel well.
So I have finished a few items, I completed one total quilt, as in peicing, not quilting.
I made a panel, this was originally made for a wall hanging. I can not justify putting it on a wall. If you make it, use it. so I am going to get more black to make a full quilt or two.
Now for fabric I had to have due to the pattern. I have one with lime green background with nosegays of roses all over it. It is beautiful. Usually I do not like green, it is not easy to work around. Green and blue are both difficult.
I plan on piecing this together with several rose shades to bring out the roses.
In addition I have another one with ivory background with roses on it. Each rose group can be fussy cut and then built around to show off the roses. Again I am going to do that but first and foremost I must make five more quilts for my grandchildren. I have not make G and E, J and C and now L's. So maybe, just maybe by this Christmas.
I figure if I keep having to do things I can not leave the world until it is accomplished.
But as Mama told me so many times, "Sue when you are gone, there will still be dirty dishes and beds unmade".
No way, can't be.
That is just unpatriotic.
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