For several years, I have had this image in my head, and on my bulletin board:
I really wanted to make a quilt like this for Carrie. It just seemed like the right quilt for the girl. The problem was, at the start of my quilting career (for lack of a better word), I had zero stash. This is a quilt that takes deep stash. I could not see any repeated fabrics in the photo. (At least not any obvious ones. The thought occurred to me that maybe this quilt was made from a single crazy fabric — a fabric that you could buy a couple of yards of and be done with it–that was just cut up into strips and sewn back together. Will somebody please make a fabric like that?)
Having no choice but to do what must be done, I put my PayPal to the grindstone, and Carrie and I started to buy quarter yards and half yards of fabrics we liked. I started to gather “found” fabrics–dish towels and bags–that had printing or images on them. Friends sweetly sent me precious bits of this and that. I kept studying the picture in the book, trying to figure out what the heck made this mess of fabric look so cool to me. As the fabric came in, I sewed blocks together. I put the project aside for months at a time. Finally all the blocks were done. I squared them up. I stacked them up. Eventually I sewed the blocks into strips and the strips into the top. Eventually I pieced the backing, from a new sheet and bits of old sheets. (We can’t ever get rid of old sheets. We are sentimental. Crib sheets? Are you CRAZY? We would never throw away a crib sheet.) Eventually I sent it to the machine quilter, and eventually it came back. I sewed on the binding–immediately. The hour was at hand.
Today was The Day. The day I put a flower in water and put the vase on the bed. Flowers on beds is something done only in Japanese Quilt Book Land, as far as I know. Here it is, proof of something about me, but I don’t know what:
[Thank you, my foto-flipping friend.]
(Note: I didn’t make the log cabin cushion. Lisa Congdon made it, back when she was making cushions.)
That’s really all I have to say about this quilt. It means a lot to me. Carrie likes it a lot. It has taught her patience, or at least how to ask politely how a project is coming along.
Here’s how it looks in Real Life Land, sans floral embellishment:
This year I’m working on that Mini Quilt Wall above the headboard. It’s kinda thin, for a quilter’s daughter.
Thanks for special fabrics to:
Sources (of endless shopping pleasure and friendly, prompt service, inspiration and advice):
My next quilt will be smaller.