Today I met the owner of the seventeen quilts at my school. Why? Who has a room large enough to display 340 square feet of quilt? Not me!
The background story: My friend asked me to make memory quilts–seventeen of them. She brought Calista’s wardrobe to me. It filled bags and tubs. Once it was at my house it sort of sunk in what I had agreed to do. For a long time I would get out the fabric, sort it, make piles and put it away. Then, days or weeks later, I would get it out and the process would play out again. Finally, I caught the vision, gathered up my courage, and went to work. The pattern is not my design. Credit goes to Pippa Patchwork. This is her Sidewalk Quilt. (NOTE: This pattern is apparently no longer for sale. If you are interested in it, I suggest you contact Pippa directly.)
Young Son helped turn the clothing back in to fabric. That is not a nice job. I did all the cutting. Daughter helped with some of the piecing. Finally, this fall, I felt a strong desire to finish. By my record, I finished the 17th top on October 25. Then it was time to quilt. That, and the binding, took me through to last week. It wouldn’t have been possible without the support of my husband who chauffeured children, cooked dinner, washed dishes and generally put up with my distraction and fatigue.
Seeing them all together and spread out was an experience even for me. When the owner walked in there was a long silence. She walked slowly between them, looking at each one.
“My heart is joyful,” she said.
That was all I needed to hear.