From an attic closet

I received a text a couple of weeks ago with a photo of some quilt blocks they'd inherited. They didn't know the story of the blocks, who sewed them, or how old they were. I said yes. My uninformed guess is these blocks are from the 19th century based on the yellow and green fabric … Continue reading From an attic closet

Pins are my friend. Star and Crescent

"But it is so beautiful." My grandmother used those words to describe the block patterns she admired the most; a six-pointed star made of diamonds,  and hexagons used to construct the Grandmother's Flower Garden. She said this to me when I first started quilting and looked up at her. "Yes, they are," I said, "but … Continue reading Pins are my friend. Star and Crescent

Another word for patience? Applique

By some rights, I should be a knitter. I remember sitting with a hank of yarn hung from both hands while my mother wrapped it in balls. Next to my grandmother's Lazy-Boy sat her knitting workbasket with another pair of mittens for the grandchildren. I sat at her feet many times while she taught me how to cast … Continue reading Another word for patience? Applique