This Friday night, I get to drive into Austin for an evening away from the boys. My friend K established “Stitch ‘n’ Bitch” night a few years ago, and I’ve been a regular attendee. I’m told that I’ve finished the most projects of any of the other crafters; to be fair, however, I bring a lot of mending. I’ve also worked cross-stitch and needlepoint, and I’ve ripped and repositioned my great-grandmother’s quilt top.
I should state here that I’m a bit of a dinosaur-I do all my stitching by hand. My sewing machine has its place as a tool for some projects, but the feeling that I aim for when I do the piecing doesn’t come forth on a machine. Rather than shop for the perfect shade of blue print, or create a piece for competition, I’m following the tradition of my father’s grandmother and my mother’s mother-taking old clothes, cutting useable squares, and arranging them with no particular pattern in mind. Both of these women lived through the Great Depression, and they made their quilts out of absolute necessity. Oftentimes there was nothing to use for batting, and the backing was usually a large-enough bedspread. These were never quilted nor tied.
Personally, I am looking forward to working on my sampler again. Much of it will be constructed from clothes I wore in late high school through college (mid to late 80’s). I remember cutting up my favorite purple robe and seeing that I’d have enough for more than a few squares. I hope those squares have held up over time.