Showing posts with label memory quilt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory quilt. Show all posts

2012/04/27

Oldies but Goodies!

Velvets n Wools, tied with yarn. Lumpy and loved to pieces.
I did my presentation on Quilt Art/Traditional Quilt at quilt guild Wednesday evening. It was fun!
I had put together a slide show to accompany my personal trunk show. I started with my first quilt, built when I was 16 years old. I used a Kleenex box as a template, tracing around it onto the fabric. I wanted to make a copy of a family heirloom quilt my Mom had slept under as a child. She told the story of lying under the old quilt when ill, wearing out the velvet and satins with constant stroking. I wanted a 'sick quilt' of my own to hand down someday. It has covered myself and my family until it is simply frazzled! Doubleknit backed wool from that era did not hold up to washings...

Those of you that quilt have probably run into the problem of generous people that want to give you all their old fabric. "I know you are a quilter and will use these!" When my beloved Grandma Keagle dumped her fabrics from the 1950s and 60s on me, what could I say but ''Thank you''? I had to make a quilt out of it, but gave it back to her suggesting she let her grandkids use it in the yard for suntanning and such. If they got it dirty or oily, it would wash. I had made it sturdy! When I showed the quilt to my sis-in-law she inadvertently named it for me-'Vietnam' (as in war zone of the day) Grandma kept such good care of it, it is still pristine to this day...
But, you see, if you take everything offered to you, good/bad/ugly, you may be given a family treasure.  Grandma K's next offering was all of her late husband's ties. I was just 5 when Grandpa Keagle died, so I didn't really remember him, except for the loving stories my Mom told about him. He was responsible for naming me Melinda. Lindy is my nickname. So, I built a tie quilt in memory of Grandpa K. using tie tacks and lapel pins from fraternal orders, parade mementos, and high school year pins from my Mom and my late husband. I 'decorated' the blocks with the labels off the backs of the ties.

















When my present husband returned from his service in Vietnam he was warned not to wear his uniform-for his own safety. I made this quilt to honor him and his love of country. Politics of the times aside, he is an honorable man.
And of course I had to show off my latest play! Thread sketching THE grandbaby!












2011/05/07

Button, button...

     This morning's surfing, resulting from my daily detour from my email inbox, took me to a scrap booking organizational site. As I wrote a couple weeks ago, I recently gutted my studio and started fresh with massive attempts at organization . Though the studio is looking pretty good, I still cruise different venues for even more cute or efficient ideas.  When I came upon this link's spice rack http://www.scrapbooksetc.com/crafts/gift-ideas/cute-button-projects/?page=15 organization for buttons, by color no less, something in me rebelled...
     The idea of being able to grab a collection of green buttons when needed makes time-saving sense-but what about Grandma' button box?  When my Grandma Wilson passed away years ago, my aunt gave me Grandma's button box-"You are the sewer in the family". The first few years I just ran my hands through that colorful old tin full of plastic and ivory, brass and bone, pearl and wood. I just couldn't bring myself to actually use those buttons. What if I put them on something I later decided to sell or gift to someone? They would be gone!
Grandma's Button Box-old cookie tin.
 
Grandma strung sets of buttons snipped off yard sale clothes.





 


Then I came up with a way to use them and keep them! I made a queen size Christmas tree quilt, surrounded with gift packages, and an angel on top of the tree. The oldest and prettiest of Grandma's buttons became the decorations on my quilt tree.    














The next time I dipped into my precious stash was to use Grandma's stork scissors and thimble on a wall hanging as ornamentation to my poem printed on fabric.  And if you have viewed the last couple months of my blog you will have seen Grandma's buttons on the fabric boxes I make, and as the perfect final touch on my trapunto!
      So, I still treasure her buttons, joyously unorganized.  I am finally using them. Maybe someday I will 'use them up'... without restricting their existence in jars, by color.