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 →