We've all heard of quilt rescue stories.
When someone saw a quilt being used
as moving padding,
as a seat cover in an old pick up,
or as sleeping bags in a camp ground.
We shake our heads and wonder
how that quilt got there and
why wasn't it a family treasure.
I've had some of my older quilts
stuck in a couple of old trunk.
They were put there because
they really aren't treasures anymore.
They were made with love as I
began my quilting journey,
but the fabrics have not stood the test of time.
Many of the fabrics have faded to
a non-recognizable color.
Of course, it's not the same
over the entire surface of the quilt.
These were made when
Calico was queen.
And those busy little prints were
the fabrics of choice.
(Mostly because that was the choice.)
Fortunately, styles come and go.
But these quilts
will be always be labeled as those
"early 80's quilts".
They're all hand quilted,
which makes me feel sad,
but that's how quilts got done.
I liked putting muslin on the back
so that the quilting would show up even more.
I hadn't learned how to make
bias binding so the edges are a bit wobbly with
the muslin pulling around to the top.
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So I hang my head in shame.
These quilts will probably get passed on to
another calling.
Sometimes it just happens.
Sometimes it just happens.
Until Next Time-
