My grandmother stopped sewing clothes when my mom was young, but she rekindled her love for fabric when I was young. Grandma pored over quilting magazines, looked at classic patterns, joined a few quilt clubs, and jumped in. Since she lives in what I call "the boonies" this hobby soon became a daily passion. (Can cows and fields really compete with the delight of color and pattern and design? Uh uh. Not even close!) Grandma would do the block piecing on her sewing machine, but the quilting she did all by hand.
As I child I remember being fascinated by this process. Grandma would pick out the stitching template and labor over placement and marking. Then somehow, in a mysterious process I never witnessed, the quilt backing was attached and the whole shabang was wrapped up in her 8 foot quilt frame. I wanted to learn, and grandma let me try to quilt, but I was never very good at it! Unlike myself, Grandma was proficient and prolific. Each grandchild was given a quilt upon graduation. (Since I graduated from high school, college, and graduate school, I'm the proud owner of 3 of Grandma's beauties!)
While I count myself lucky to even know how to thread a machine, the allure of sewing sucked me in. I'm not skilled by any means, but I had fun, and whetted my appetite to learn more. I may include updates in the future, but for those of you who love the paper goods, don't fret: I have no intention of stopping the journal business!
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