Mike and I are celebrating our twenty-seventh wedding anniversary. THAT’S OVER A QUARTER OF A CENTURY!
OK, you can laugh at this next picture. I made a poor choice of tuxedos.
My color choices for the wedding colors could have been better, too.
Where the inspiration to make quilts started.
Jennifer, my maid-of-honor whom I’ve known since kindergarten, made her first quilt for our wedding gift. I can’t tell you how moved I was by this. She had incorporated material from her maid-of-honor dress and my wedding dress. Her grandmother helped her with the hand-pieced quilt, and I know Jennifer treasured that time with her grandmother.
Two years later, Mike’s grandmother, who was in her eighties, made a quilt for us that is entirely hand-pieced and hand-quilted. I never knew she quilted all the while Mike and I were dating plus the first two years of marriage.
My thought was that someday I was going to make at least one quilt in my life.
While I was pregnant with our second baby Laura, Chris needed to move out of the crib and into a bed. That was a perfect time to make a quilt for his new bed. I was hooked. Many more quilts came after that. Most of them I gave away as gifts, and some I used to decorate our home.
How quilts are special.
- Women, mostly, made quilts to keep their families warm at night. They used scraps from clothes that had worn out. It was an unintentional record of the types of dyes and motifs used in fabrics. Judging by some of the intricate patterns, quilt making was a creative outlet.
- Quilts record political and religious thoughts.
- People have made quilts to record a current event and events in personal lives.
- Quilts are works of art whether they hang on a wall or cover a bed.
Making a quilt gives the maker a lot of time to reflect on the person or occasion.
The son of Mike’s cousin was killed in a car accident at age eighteen. His mother asked me to make a quilt in his favorite color with his favorite T-shirts. I took the liberty of adding an applique portrait of her son. Many tears were shed while making it; not only did I agonize over getting the portrait right, but I couldn’t imagine losing a child.
On a happier occasion, the local Christian school asked me to make a quilt. The school had out-grown two buildings occupied since the 1950s. To remember the old location, each student and teacher drew on a square of muslin something memorable about the school. I then put it all together with the sashing and pieced border. Hmm, wonder if it’s still hanging in their hall.
What inspired you to start quilting?