I love to sew.
If you know me, you know this fact and it's very old news! I learned to sew clothing for my daughter, out of necessity really, but now it's just plain fun. One problem that I have encountered is that my daughter simply has too much. I don't NEED to make her yet another dress. However, I still have the burning desire to CREATE – I NEED to be creative. As a natural progression of things it seems, I'm turning into my grandmother – and I'm quilting. My father's exact quote to me a few days ago, “You're turning into my mother.” I never met my father's mother. She died a few years before I was born. She canned, farmed, sewed clothing, quilts – sounding familiar? Maybe she had a talk with me before coming to this earth and encouraged me to continue her work, preserve a dying art. Maybe a bit of her is living inside me. I can't help but picture her smiling from above. This is one of her quilts – with my dad's hand print at age 4. It is a precious possession. Here's my first attempt at quilting – not perfect but you have to start somewhere. I already have ideas for more in the works. Quilts make me happy! My babies will be warm and cozy this winter!