I am not sure if my quilt qualifies for this festival http://amyscreativeside.com/2012/05/18/bloggers-quilt-festival-spring-2012/ but I still would like to share the story of my quilt. I grew up in a family where my mother quilted. We were tucked into bed in the evening under quilts that she had carefully sewn from her scraps. our fingers would run over the fabrics while we would recall whose dress this scrap was or which brother wore that particular shirt.
But this quilt is not one my Mom made or even one I made — I found it in a plastic bag at St Vinnie’s. I was looking for picture frames and I don’t even know what possessed me to walk down this aisle. It looked sad and a little dingy and the colors were not really my cup of tea but I couldn’t bare to leave it on the shelf – not when I know the hard work that goes into making a quilt and the memories it holds. I put it in my cart to take home.
When I took my treasure out of the bag at home I discovered it was all hand stitched. Tiny careful little stitches on somewhat flimsy cloth. And many of the tiny squares were stitched out of scraps. Imagine not having enough material to make a square 1″x1″ and piecing the material together. The colors brightened considerable when I hand washed the quilt.
I took my quilt to the local Ben Franklins http://benfranklincraftswi.com/ that has a wonderful quilting department and the ladies there confirmed what I thought — this was a feed sack quilt probable made in the 40’s. I wanted to add some sashing to the quilt to make it a little larger so I bought some yellow and some gingham and some prints to make squares with.
Below is one of the squares I made pieced on my old treadle sewing machine. while I worked on the quilt I imagined the lady who pieced this together I was in a small farming community when I stopped in the thrift store. So I imagined a farmer’s wife sewing in the evening while she listened to her children do their homework. All the while I worked I kept thinking of the line in Wizard of Oz when Dorothy says to Toto ‘I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore’. So I call this my Auntie Em Quilt and in the corner I embroidered where I found the quilt and how it was handstitched by someone I don’t know.