Last weekend, I brought my 9-patch quilt as a gift to a baby shower. The guest of honor’s water broke right before she left home to attend, so she made a quick appearance on her way to the hospital, but the ladies had a good time showing off their gifts. One friend, Mary asked me afterward if I would like her mom’s old quilting stuff that she had in her car. She gave me a box and a bag filled with stuff. I took it from the car straight to the laundry room and sorted through the musty fabric, and as I was going through it I was moved by what I saw. Mary’s mom has Alzheimer’s and hasn’t been able to sew since the mid 90s.
I could tell that projects had been planned, some half-started, and some near completion. Fabrics purchased to go together for a quilt were folded together. There were several 3-yard pieces that were surely meant for a brown floral quilt. This was all so sad, that this woman that I had never met had planned projects that would now never be completed, plans that were now not even remembered. This woman’s daughter, grand-daughter, and great grand-daughter go to my church, so when I came across this, I thought it must be for one of them:
It was completely quilted by hand with some embroidered flowers. So precious. There was even a strip of blue fabric in the box that was obviously meant to be binding. I’ve never turned a quilt into a wall-hanging, but after a bit of work, was able to put the binding on with two loops for hanging.
I definitely need to read up on how to hang a quilt before I try this again. The top corners will eventually droop if it hangs this way for long. The recipients seemed genuinely happy to have the gift and it felt good to finish a project that had been lovingly made but never completed.
More on this gift of fabric in a later post.