There was a wonderful old school house that was converted into classrooms for learning different crafts in town so I decided that I wanted to take an Amish Quilt class to make a wall hanging to give to my sister and her husband for their wedding present. I had never done quilting before but I had lots of experience sewing. Our mom taught us to sew when we were pretty young and so I had make clothes for myself for years. This quilting class was a whole different beast altogether. Everything we did was by hand, piecing and quilting. No machine touched this quilt except my hands. Bloody and pin pricked as they were. I think I still can see some tiny little blood spots from my toils. Not really but that adds a bit of drama to the whole endeavor.
I was so proud of this quilt square and was happy to give it to the newlyweds. I also vowed to never quilt again! It was hard work and I didn't really enjoy it so much.
|Just look at those perfect little stitches!|
Skip ahead 32 years and here I am eating my words. Happily quilting away again. Although I am using my sewing machine this time, I am planning to do some hand quilting as well. I'm enjoying it now unlike when I was in my twenties. Maybe I just needed a little maturity...and some work toughened hands to get going again.
|Still hanging after all these years|
|I'm happy that they still like it too|