In a recent success, the scrappy quilt top for my bed is finally together after eight years of (off and on) work. It was pretty late in the game, just a few months ago, that I decided to add some special blocks to the top.
It started with this simple cross. I’ve been looking for a good place for some fabric that my friend and pastor Susan brought me in the hospital, greens for a sign of new life and hope. I’m so happy to have a reminder of her love and support and our wonderful church.
From there came family-
For mother, fabrics from Switzerland, Germany, and the Czech Republic
reminders of a wonderful trip we took together last year.
A music note for my father, a talented pianist
A piece of my brother’s shirt, bought with our grandfather
A swan for my sister with good memories of the Living Waters Swans
A white birch for Pa, my maternal grandfather
who had a lovely white birch in his front yard
Ma, my maternal grandmother, who taught me to sew
And a tiny scrap left over from this photo album cover Ma made for me as a baby
A bit of a handkerchief from Gram, my paternal grandmother
Mickey Mouse for Papa, my paternal grandfather,
an avid collector of Mickey Mouse watches
And of course, the love of my life, Liv
A few friends-
Sunflower yellows for my F&M roommate, Megan
A bit of the shirt my dearest friend, Chris, wore to his ordination
Chris is a pastor, camper, and tender of chickens
And last, but in no way least, my church and my denomination
The Mennonite Dove
Of course there are a hundred more little reminders that only I can see. This fabric left from a cousin’s wedding quilt, another from a baby quilt for a friend, on and on. A literal scrap book of my quilting life to date. It certainly isn’t perfect, my seams don’t always match and the thickness of the tiny piecing make ironing flat nearly impossible. But I expect I will always love this quilt in a way that no other quilt will ever quite match.