Monday, September 9, 2013

My First Quilt

When I was in the 8th grade we were assigned to write a journal as a character on the Oregon Trail. I was also part of a mentoring program at the time, and my mentor happened to be a quilter. She and I made a small quilt to cover the composition book that I was using for the journal. I still fondly remember sitting in the dining room of her 1940’s era home, carefully guiding pieces of fabric through the sewing machine. I remember my mentor’s sewing room with a sewing table in front of a wall of windows looking out on their beautiful backyard, the opposite wall held a shelving unit with bins and bins of fabric. I remember wondering at the time why she had all of that fabric. With her careful guidance and instruction, quilting soon became a great love for me.

The quilt we made that day was a log cabin pattern in finished two inch squares. I didn’t know at the time how insanely small those blocks are for the amount of work that goes into them. When I endeavored to make my own quilts, they were much simpler and my amount of knowledge still relatively small. And now, nearly eighteen years later, I have made a wide variety of quilts (finishing at least three a year) and have my own closet full of fabric and oddly enough still consider myself a beginner when it comes to quilting. There are so many patterns that I fear to attempt because I don’t think that my skill level is on par with it. I still look for “Quick and Easy” patterns. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want to spend too much time on one project before it’s finished, but I think in reality it’s more because I don’t want to disappoint myself if I’m unable to complete it.

So, I’m starting this blog as a way to grow as a quilter, as a way for me to be accountable to someone other than myself for growing and evolving. I want to stretch my patchwork wings. I want to use this blog as a way to connect with other quilters, and learn that it’s okay to mess up and that it’s all part of learning and growing.

Addendum:



My Dad was kind enough to send me this picture of my first quilt which now resides as a throw pillow on their bed. He also corrected that each of the log cabin squares is 3” finished. I honestly shrink back in horror at this quilt, but I remind myself that a first try is never perfect.

1 comment:

  1. Aren't our first sewing memories fun to think back on? Mine was almost 60 years ago, learning to hem cup towels on the sewing machine. Now more than 60 years later, I am so thankful my mom taught me how to sew. I have enjoyed it tremendously and have used this skill in so many ways. I'm teaching each of my 5 grandchildren how to use a sewing machine and the 3 oldest (10, 8, and 6) have already made their first quilt. And they started sewing with me at about age 3.

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