and being totally without one, I find myself a passenger on that Train to Yesterday. Oh, you don't need to worry, I do have a round trip ticket *VBS*,I do return every time. One of the things that floats up, from the further corners of my mind, is the "older quilts" issue. If you aren't aren't a quilter of many years, you probably don't have this condition. What about those "old" quilts? The ones we made years and years and years ago? This is one of those, made in 1984. I was still a novice quiltmaker. Loved the hand quilting, but wasn't fond of the piecing. My source of fabric was largely the Ben Franklin Dime Store, and I only go there occasionally.Stash was an unknown term in my vocabulary. It was a stretch to come up with enough colors to make this maple leaf quilt. Good old pindot for the sashing and I'm sure the background fabric is a poly blend. I tried my hand at Prairie Points with this one, rather than bind it.
It's a perfectly respectable quilt, but it's gotten shabby with use over the years. With no youngsters living with me anymore, it rarely gets reached for as a cover up. And then there is the issue of newer quilts made in the last 25 years. The new ones far outnumber the old ones. It seems what I can't get comfortable with. is what am I to do with all these quilts? Shabby with use, batting worn thin, faded with the years. They seem like the poor elderly maiden aunts that everyone loves, but no one wants around. I'm not sure why this bothers my head as I daily sit and contribute to the tally of quilts I've made, but it does. Like Old friends, I value them, but there is only me. And Ebby of course, she doesn't mind what quilt she sleeps on *VBS*.
These are the other project on my mind these days. You can find the tutorial here. I think she explains the letters much better than I could. Look for the tutorials on her lefthand sidebar under Raggy Letters. You do have to scroll down quite a bit, but she has many great tutorials. These are for the 2 almost 2 year old grandkids.
Bread for the Journey
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