I've given the subject of quilting a lot of thought...
I often wonder why I have the "need" to quilt.
I figure it's in my Pennsylvania Dutch genes,
and I just have to do it.
{I'm like a beagle who longs to chase rabbits, even though it's a house dog.}
Today I read a post by my dear friend Amanda
about the philosophy of quilting.
I would highly recommend that you
visit her blog to read about the Fabric of Life.
{Always good for a giggle, Amanda has a serious dimension as well.}
| Amanda's mug rug for me, made with scraps |
As I stitch and sew,
I love to think about the way our foremothers
I love to think about the way our foremothers
somehow managed to create beautiful quilts
using only what they had on hand.
using only what they had on hand.
{Amanda thinks about this stuff, too.}
| Antique 1930’s Garden quilt exhibited by Lynn Kough, 2013 AZQG from Quilt Inspiration blog |
I was reminded of a project that I made 10 years ago,
and I'd like to share it with you today.
The block is called Bride's Bouquet,
The block is called Bride's Bouquet,
but it's also known as Nose Gay
Believe it or not, I had never seen this blog before,
until I was researching the block for today's post.
This post was just written yesterday!
This post was just written yesterday!
{Very timely, Tim!}
The story of my little table topper began
many years ago...
I made this label for the back of my project.
I won an Ebay bid for some scraps of feedsack cloth.
Along with the fabric pieces, I found an unfinished
Bride's Bouquet block.
I don't have a photo of the original block
I received, but it needed some work.
I picked apart the stitches
and put the block back together again, more carefully,
but in the same order as before.
{I'm pretty sure I had the luxuries of time and good lighting
that were lacking many years ago.}
I think it took me more than a few minutes to appreciate
the shocking selection of fabrics that the original quilter
used for the petal pieces.
Never, never, never
would I have put all of these prints into the same quilt!
{Until I remade this block...and now I find them utterly charming.}
I had some pink polka dot feedsack scraps for the border,
and I used some vintage pink and green floral fabric for binding.
I made a crude cardboard template to mark clamshells
for the hand-quilting.
{I still remember the peace that came over me as I quilted this block.
My PA Dutch genes were working overtime that day.}
Not only did our foremothers "make do" with what they had...
they also made it into something awesome.
Nowadays when I look at those wild prints,
playing so nicely together in this little old block,
I think to myself,
"That farmwife had an excellent eye for color."
many years ago...
I made this label for the back of my project.
I won an Ebay bid for some scraps of feedsack cloth.
Along with the fabric pieces, I found an unfinished
Bride's Bouquet block.
I don't have a photo of the original block
I received, but it needed some work.
I picked apart the stitches
and put the block back together again, more carefully,
but in the same order as before.
{I'm pretty sure I had the luxuries of time and good lighting
that were lacking many years ago.}
I think it took me more than a few minutes to appreciate
the shocking selection of fabrics that the original quilter
used for the petal pieces.
Never, never, never
would I have put all of these prints into the same quilt!
{Until I remade this block...and now I find them utterly charming.}
I had some pink polka dot feedsack scraps for the border,
and I used some vintage pink and green floral fabric for binding.
I made a crude cardboard template to mark clamshells
for the hand-quilting.
{I still remember the peace that came over me as I quilted this block.
My PA Dutch genes were working overtime that day.}
I think using bits of solids in 30's shades
helps to settle down those crazy feedsack prints.
I love "that green" and "bubble-gum pink" together.
Not only did our foremothers "make do" with what they had...
they also made it into something awesome.
Nowadays when I look at those wild prints,
playing so nicely together in this little old block,
I think to myself,
"That farmwife had an excellent eye for color."