It's been fascinating to spend half a week with quilters. We were 9 women, all middle age or older, plus one teenager who was doing remote schooling while we quilted. I was the only one who quilted by hand, but that was cool--I'm used to being in a minority of people who stitch by hand.
I've been amazed as I've been quilting how many people reached out to me to remind me that I made a quilt for them. I wish I had done a better job of documenting all the quilts I've made.
But in a way, the quilts I've kept have been a different sort of documentation. The one that I've been working on is made up of fabrics left over from this quilt:
Where did that quilt in the picture go? It either went to my sister or my cousin in Kentucky. Update: my cousin's spouse posted a picture of the quilt that I made to celebrate their wedding, so the above must have gone to my sister. Here's the picture of the Kentucky quilt:
I spent years collecting autumnal fabrics (along with all sorts of other fabrics). The quilt that I just finished marks the end point of that collecting:
As I was working on the quilt, at times it felt like visiting an old friend. I remembered the quilt shop where I'd bought this piece or that one, the quilt show where I got the exquisite coppery swatch named "Fairy Frost," the set of fat quarters that I kept while waiting for just the right project, the times I felt flush with cash when I bought fabric, and the times when I felt like I could only afford a yard or two of fabric and so I chose carefully.
Some of the pieces were unfamiliar:
But as I worked, I started to remember. Once I went to a fabric store at the far northwestern end of the county; it had the most amazing collection of fabrics, many of which were unlike any that I'd ever seen, most of which I could barely afford.
I finished my big quilt on Friday, which I didn't expect. I had hoped to quilt the middle of the quilt, the part that's hard to do without a big table. I did that and kept going. I finished all the quilting and started on the edges, and then I decided that I wanted to be done by the evening show and tell. And so, I did.
Yesterday I decided to start on my other project. I almost didn't bring my bag of fabrics because I didn't think there was any chance I'd have time to work on the baby quilt that I want to make for my neighbor's son who is expecting a child in the next few weeks.
I'm glad that I did bring it, because I was able both to start and finish it yesterday, since I had bought the backing fabric on Thursday:
It's been a great quilt retreat. I expected it to be wonderful, and it was even better than I expected. I'm so glad that I made the effort to get here. Hopefully it won't be the last.