As I’m charging through my backlog that you most likely don’t care to hear the details of, I thought I would regale you with some tales of my quilts.
We shall start where most stories start – in the beginning.
My freshman year in college, I lived across the hall from a crazy girl. As we became friends, I requested that my mom make her a quilt for graduation. Over the following four years, we collected fabric that reminded us of my crazy friend. We picked out a pattern – “All About Me” by Terry Atkinson. But graduation came and went, and the quilt was never even started.
I really wanted my friend, April, to have this quilt – I mean, we spent years finding fabrics that reminded us of her. So, I blazed into the unknown and started the quilt myself.
I had never, ever made a quilt before. I had no idea where my ¼” seam was on my machine. The cutting instructions terrified me. I didn’t know what it meant to “nest” seam allowances. I spent weeks piecing all my blocks together because I was so nervous. When the quilt top was finally assembled, I was shocked at its ease. I started it in August of 2010. I finished in November. It was far and away the longest I’ve ever spent working on a quilt.
I had hoped to give it to April in person, but I had to mail it instead. The stories I’ve heard were enough to make up for not being there myself. It’s hard to say for sure how much she appreciates it …
But I think she sort of loves it.