I’ve been meaning to post a photo of this for a month or so now.
Back in 1998, I wanted to make my mother a quilt. I “made the mistake” of asking her what kind she wanted, and she asked me for a whole cloth quilt (one made out of a single piece of fabric). Well, back then I’d only been quilting for about ten years, and I had no real idea how to design or make one. All I really knew was that I didn’t want it to be beige or white, as the only whole cloth quilts I’d ever seen by then were.
But I couldn’t find a pre-printed top in anything but beige or white, and I didn’t know where to buy a) fabric wide enough to make a bed-sized quilt out of a single piece of fabric, or b) a bed-sized stencil (I’m still not sure there is such a thing as a bed-sized quilt stencil [wry g]). So I did the best I could with what I could find.
Technically, this is not a whole cloth quilt, because it’s pieced out of 42″ width fabric. I bought a center feather wreath stencil and two border stencils, a lot of blue (her favorite color) fabric, and got to work. I remember that I saw blue fabric in my sleep for weeks after I finished it.
I washed and dried it, and picked off what I thought was all the cat hair, then I took it with me when I made my annual visit that year (we lived 2000 miles apart). The first thing she did after we spread it out on her bed was pick a cat hair off of it. Well, no, that was the second thing. The first thing she did was hug me and tell me how beautiful she thought it was.
My mother died in January of this year, at the age of 92. That quilt decorated her bed for eighteen years, first in her home, and then in the assisted living facility where she spent her last two years. It’s been washed many times, but it’s held up pretty well (the binding’s a bit worn, is all).
And now it’s mine again. I miss her, but I’m so glad she loved this quilt.
Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.