I have sewn for as long as I can remember, 4-H, Girl Scouts, local community college, I was always picking up a sewing class. I never really made much, a top, peasant dress, nothing I would actually wear in public, but I thought it was fun. After I married I didn’t do much sewing, an occasional pillow or window treatment, that was about it. I still enjoyed the process but couldn’t find anything I wanted to sew.
When my daughter came along I was thrilled..something to sew....costumes! Every year I would devote at least a month to making her Halloween costume. I enjoyed it and looked forward to it. The year my daughter wanted a store bought costume "like everyone else” was a real heartbreaker.
Once I was out of the costume business my sewing machine went back to the closet and collected dust, a lot of dust.
My Mamaw was a quilter. She made her quilt tops by hand and had them hand quilted by a friend. I remember Mamaw sitting with threaded needles and pins stuck all over the stuffed arms of her favorite chair, piecing or appliquéing wonderful things. Once the tops were done they would go to the quilter where we would not see the finished project for well over a year.
My Mamaw made me this beautiful pink and white dogwood quilt over 30 years ago. I loved it and slept under it until I got married. I have taken my dogwood quilt with me to every new apartment, house and city. This quilt was so loved the petals starting falling off and the binding wore thin. I retired it to the closet with the dusty sewing machine.
My Mamaw was my Dad’s wife’s Mother. My folks divorced when I was young, at that time divorce was rare, looking back on it I’m pretty certain I was the only person in my school whose parents had divorced. My Dad’s new wife’s folks immediately treated my brother and me like we were members of the family. I mention this because today, with so many blended families, I hear folks say, “they aren’t my real grandchildren”, or “ this is my first real grandchild” and I think of Mamaw and Papaw, and how I was a real grandchild to them...and really, can anyone have too many grandparents?
Sorry, I digress, which I’m prone to do.
In the fall of 2004 I took my overly loved dogwood quilt to a quilt shop to see if they could restore it to it’s youthful glory. I had never been in a quilt shop and to this day I’m not sure what made me get out that old quilt and wander into that shop, but it was a life changing day for me. Not only did the wonderful ladies in that shop ooh and ah over Mamaw’s quilt and say “YES, we can fix it” but they also convinced me to sign up for a beginning quilting class. This is where I learned to cut, press and sew 9 patch and split rail blocks. This is where, after at least 30 years of looking for something to sew, I finally found it....QUILTS!! It is now my passion, my artistic outlet. If I don’t sew at least an hour everyday I’m lost. It soothes and comforts me, stimulates me, gives me something to think about when I can’t sleep at night. Where would I be without my patterns, fabric, and their unlimited possibilities?
Thank You Mamaw!!!
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