tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post7975092911988464366..comments2024-03-18T03:20:20.780-07:00Comments on The Warp and the Weft: A Thanksgiving Kit GiveawayKaari Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03564314742538661701noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-47049127529751827492010-12-03T16:27:35.794-08:002010-12-03T16:27:35.794-08:00My best memory is when I decided to start quilting...My best memory is when I decided to start quilting. My Mom did not sew and she had passed by the time I had my children so I wanted to do something I could give them from just me!! I so glad I did.bonniequilthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05994371423075386590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-50550605370957742062010-12-02T12:00:45.491-08:002010-12-02T12:00:45.491-08:00My favorite quilt is my baby quilt made by two gre...My favorite quilt is my baby quilt made by two great-aunts. I still have it. My creed is that you can never have too many quilts. We have them on the beds, sofas, and comfy chairs. Quilts are like hugs and they hold you close.Lorelei Lane C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-76542205490488631442010-11-30T20:59:12.263-08:002010-11-30T20:59:12.263-08:00In the 1970's my Mom made a quilt out of all o...In the 1970's my Mom made a quilt out of all our castoff clothing. I'm working on restoring it now. Recently I laid it out on the floor and climbed up on a ladder to take an aerial picture of it. I uploaded the picture to a site to make a skin for my iPhone. I love carrying my Mom's quilt around in my pocket!Jean Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08729909498648719841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-84128415780252087852010-11-30T18:48:24.871-08:002010-11-30T18:48:24.871-08:00My favorite quilt memory is starting my first quil...My favorite quilt memory is starting my first quilt block. It was a block from of the month program called Second Saturday at my local quilting store. It was a 9 1/2 inch block with 27 pieces. It came in a little TEENY baggy and if I made it and brought it back on next month's Second Saturday, I would get the kit for the next block free! I loved it so much because it had a print with little horse heads on it. It's still my favorite block in that particular quilt.<br />I had never pieced at all, and I was so afraid to cut that fabric! I had never used a rotary cutter, or sewn a quarter inch seam. I had no idea what I was doing! I bought a roll of 1/4" tape and taped it along the edge of the fabric pieces and made my quarter inch seams that way! Thankfully, by the next month I had asked lots of questions at the store and discovered all sorts of new things, like~ a quarter inch foot for my machine! I was off and running! I found my passion! I've been making quilts for almost two years now, and it all started with that little block!paulafranceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02190548291049756768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-76862815776738704252010-11-30T15:09:21.982-08:002010-11-30T15:09:21.982-08:00My favorite quilting memory is when I first learne...My favorite quilting memory is when I first learned to quilt. That was in the mid 70's. I took a class with my mother & my aunt at night school. I wasn't even aware of any quilt shops in those days & the fabric choices were not the best. <br /><br />We learned to make a sampler quilt. I finished mine which was a lap size quilt. My mother made hers into a twin. My aunt made the blocks but never finished them. About 10 years ago I finished my aunt's quilt for her. She was in her 80's then & in assisted living. <br /><br />Both my mom & my aunt have passed away in the last 2years. I have my mother's quilt in my guest bedroom & when I see it I mentally thank her for taking me to that first class. I have since gone on to designing my own patterns for my own company. My aunt's quilt went to her daughter (my cousin) who passed away a month before my mom. Her husband has the quilt on display now. Lots of memories from that long ago quilt class.Sandyhttp://sandyberry.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-21784653169506155332010-11-30T12:11:00.851-08:002010-11-30T12:11:00.851-08:00My paternal grandmother made quilts for each of he...My paternal grandmother made quilts for each of her seven children! Since I was one of the youngest grandchildren, I knew I would never be handed down one of these quilts, as they always went to the oldest grandchild for that family! I admired the one she had made for my father, but my oldest brother received the quilt when he moved away from home. There were many trips taken to California to visit my dad's oldest brother. On Uncle Burl's passing my mother asked my aunt if there was a memento from my uncle that she could bring home to me! My aunt gave her Uncle Burl's quilt that was the first grannie had made! It was the Star of Texas with a peach and baby blue background! It hangs in a place of honor in my house, whispering tales of dresses worn, aprons that saw many meals, and children that were comforted during the Great Depression! I love my quilt, because it speaks of a heritage that is my family!<br /><br />Julie B.<br />tabbytribe@earthlink.netAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-10662577618156591362010-11-29T22:11:58.279-08:002010-11-29T22:11:58.279-08:00So many possible stories. We had this wonderful d...So many possible stories. We had this wonderful down filled type of quilt when I was growing up. It was very special to my mom, who grew up during the Depression and without much. She would only bring it out around Christmastime, when it was cold and snowy. Then and my little brother and I would get to sleep together under it. It had a name, "Downy". It was as fluffy as a cloud, light as angels wings, and toasty warm. It was a simple but very special thing, getting to sleep under, yet we would squeal with excitement every year when my mom would bring it out. "Downy" was a special treat of the Christmas season at our home, and my little brother and I truly were "nestled all snug in our bed".barbhttp://bsolan@comcast.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-66603930972227306052010-11-29T21:17:51.244-08:002010-11-29T21:17:51.244-08:00I made a breast cancer quilt for someone I never m...I made a breast cancer quilt for someone I never met. It got there the day she passed away. She never saw it. Her young son did and kept it to sleep under.Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06788501040456075846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-19257428498217356502010-11-29T05:27:42.185-08:002010-11-29T05:27:42.185-08:00Iam a fairly new quilter and my favorite quilt mem...Iam a fairly new quilter and my favorite quilt memory was making quilts for our nephew's twin boys.I used 2 different colorways of the same fabric collection. My husband was a twin and this new set of twins boys was such a joy to him,because his twin had passed away 2 years previously.Patty Nordahlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384008269967005383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-59881665423292009842010-11-28T20:35:50.988-08:002010-11-28T20:35:50.988-08:00I LOVE this Union Jack quilt pictured! WHat a beau...I LOVE this Union Jack quilt pictured! WHat a beautiful spin on an a flag! Quilts are a very strong part of my childhood. My mother quilted and often there was a quilt rack set up that ran the length of our living room, through the double wide doorway into the family room. Here I learned "6 stitches to an inch" and I got pretty good with my young hands and eyes. Later, when the local Senior Citizens Center opened (thanks to all the volunteer work of my dad and his buddies, the old movie theater was transformed with a new flat floor) my mom and I would quilt away the afternoons with other local ladies. Working on a quilt pieced together by one of them and hand quilted by all of us. There was a piece of the community in every quilt that was wrapped around those quilt frames and a fun piece of my childhood. <br />I loved seeing you again at Silver Bella, you've awoken the jeweler in me with your class, I will beheading over to the store to place an order! <br />cari kraftcari krafthttp://www.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-8543427835425286012010-11-28T19:57:29.507-08:002010-11-28T19:57:29.507-08:00when i was in high school, i made a real patchwork...when i was in high school, i made a real patchwork quilt using every scrap of fabric i could find...neighbors, relatives, my mother's stash...no fabric was safe! it has seen lots and lots of use, and looks pretty shabby, but is still my fave. thanks for the chance!Sharon Stanleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15932054869101408424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-25825245204871364342010-11-28T19:37:43.253-08:002010-11-28T19:37:43.253-08:00My favorite quilt memory, and it's probably my...My favorite quilt memory, and it's probably my first quilt memory, is watching my mother hand piece a Grandmother's Flower Garden quilt top. Then I remember waiting, while it was sent away to her aunties who lived in North Dakota who quilted it by hand. It is a lovely quilt, filled with lots of sentiment.kshackabqhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18259585650230332935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-64429551536129746812010-11-28T18:17:59.229-08:002010-11-28T18:17:59.229-08:00my favorite quilt is one my Great Grandmother made...my favorite quilt is one my Great Grandmother made. I wish she had lived long enough for me to talk quilting with her. <br /><br />ginger c at gmail dot comGingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16363927407017174685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-43104325866680553052010-11-28T15:59:12.732-08:002010-11-28T15:59:12.732-08:00I am in the process of completeing a quilt for eac...I am in the process of completeing a quilt for each of my nine grandchildren,I have fond memories as I stitch with love for my babies,as I do traditional hand applique,they take quite a while.I have a few more to go,I hope they will sleep under them always knowing they are loved.<br />Kerrie TaylorAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-61930058556507489452010-11-28T12:46:41.239-08:002010-11-28T12:46:41.239-08:00My favorite quilt memory.... hmmm... there are so ...My favorite quilt memory.... hmmm... there are so many good ones to choose from. I think my favorite memories is the baby quilt that I made for my son's swim team coach. We had a surprise baby shower. I made a very simple baby quilt using charm squares, but located backing that had stingrays on it. The swim team was "the stingrays." The front was girly for Mom, but "team related" for the Dad. Thanks for this chance to win!Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05429702283826931866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-53498960147695558692010-11-28T11:03:12.788-08:002010-11-28T11:03:12.788-08:00My best friend's mother passed away in a car a...My best friend's mother passed away in a car accident when we were 21. Her father remarried around 7-8 years later. A couple of years later Diana was able to get pregnant after trying for 8 years. Shirley, Di's step mother made a quilt with family photos of her mom and dad and family printed on the fabric which she gave at her baby shower. It was so touching and beautiful.Bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18252839026594017535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-77180315424837170512010-11-28T08:13:01.649-08:002010-11-28T08:13:01.649-08:00My best friend made a lovely yellow flannel quilt ...My best friend made a lovely yellow flannel quilt at the birth of my daughter. Through the years it has been the quilt of choice when she was ill and laid up on the couch. When she headed away to university a couple of years ago, the quilt was safely packed and continues to comfort and be a reminder of home. Heaven forbid that she would have the sniffles and not have her favourite quilt to cuddle up underneath!Trinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16504370203373612841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-25475478755424246542010-11-28T04:54:24.371-08:002010-11-28T04:54:24.371-08:00My quilt memory is of the one I made my niece afte...My quilt memory is of the one I made my niece after her mother, my sister, died. Each block was a symbol of something in their lives, and the center block was a picture of their high school graduation picture.Judy Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07878771014032859218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-33569849238570803882010-11-27T18:01:12.789-08:002010-11-27T18:01:12.789-08:00My favorite quilt memory is making my Dear Jane qu...My favorite quilt memory is making my Dear Jane quilt. I never thought I could do it and it was a challenge for me. Thinking about the different blocks and my notes on how to do it are fun to look at now that it is finished.<br />MaryMaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04549453100724756682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-35550277506583378362010-11-27T13:09:30.616-08:002010-11-27T13:09:30.616-08:00I hope I'm not too late! I grew up with depre...I hope I'm not too late! I grew up with depression era scrap quilts on my bed. I remember playing matching games- are there any two arcs the same in this double wedding ring? do any two dresden plates have the same combination of fabric? which fabric is rarest? most plentiful? It kept me busy for hours.Kathihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17083076095905162215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-66323373346458843992010-11-26T22:20:52.724-08:002010-11-26T22:20:52.724-08:00My favorite quilt memory is a little different tha...My favorite quilt memory is a little different than most, I suppose. My ancestry on my mother's side is Japanese, and none of my relatives' homes were ever decorated in the French, farm-house, or traditional styles. I grew up with the subtle, simple lines and raw silks of Asian art and materials, and to me this was beautiful. I remember snuggling under my bachan's layering of shiny, down-filled quilts and blankets, brought over from Japan by her mother in the early 1930s. They had images of cherry blossoms, flooded rice paddies,and kimono-clad girls delicately twirling hand-painted umbrellas. I would pull the top silk quilt up under my arm and lay on my side. As my bachan would sit in her rocking chair and drink her green tea, I would fall asleep to the feel of the silk as I rubbed my open palm over the expanse of the quilt--it felt so cool and smooth and comforting to touch! The last thing I would see was my bachan's knobby bun with chopsticks holding it together and the reflection of the nightlight on the quilt near my face. That's my favorite memory of quilts!Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12126360098473778361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-24189245838453712332010-11-26T19:33:37.545-08:002010-11-26T19:33:37.545-08:00Hi Kaari! Hope you are well. My favorite quilt mem...Hi Kaari! Hope you are well. My favorite quilt memory is ... I have a whole-cloth quilt made for me by my Great-Grandmother when she was 85 years old. It's yellow with an image of Bambi quilted in the center-her stitches are absolutely perfect! She was a widow for almost 50 years and lived in an old farmhouse without indoor plumbing until she was 90. She made everything from scratch (Including Mayonnaise!) and was proud of her pioneer heritage. She lived to be 100, and when she died in 1991, she had out lived four of her seven children. My little yellow baby quilt is a precious memory of my sweet, independent, Grandma England ....paigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05444101513793862186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-79178040088644748372010-11-26T19:27:10.778-08:002010-11-26T19:27:10.778-08:00My favourite quilt memory was a quilt my grandmoth...My favourite quilt memory was a quilt my grandmother made for me when I was little, and when we emigrated to Canada (from Switzerland)...it was the only thing I had from my old life...and her.<br />I treasured it.<br />pippirose59 at gmail dot compippirosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434077761560911345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-31350650425804052922010-11-26T17:44:36.144-08:002010-11-26T17:44:36.144-08:00Quilting is an all new art to me. My mother and I...Quilting is an all new art to me. My mother and I have only very recently taken it up attending a gloriously intimate weekly quilting group. Quilting doesn't have a traditional heritage in Northern Ireland (thats where we live) where all fabric traditions here involve weaving irish linen. I find it peculiar considering we have such a harsh climate with daily rain, a beautiful hand-crafted quilt could make so many people here feel a little bit more loved. Warm inside and out is how I feel when I'm snuggled up in one of my mothers quilts.<br /><br />The first quilt I completed was pieced with a jelly roll and yardage from the rural jardin collection. I was so proud when I completed it, carrying it everywhere with me so I could show my family, friends, anyone really who would look at it. In fact I'd gladly send you a photograph if you like? The jelly roll was an entirely new and amazing creature to me, i couldn't wait to untie the binding and watch the jelly roll strips flake open, revealing new and unexpected colours and patterns all longing to have different textures. I pressed my face against the fabric to smell its crisp new scent. I remember the first cuts into the fabrics tore at my soul as I felt I was destroying something already perfect, but I felt such satisfaction piecing the fabric back together in a new and inspiring pattern. I loved my mother most as we stumbled our way through the basics of adding the binding fabric, a completely alien concept to both of us. And of course the pride I felt at completing this first project, how I tried to give my mum the quilt as a gift and how she in turn tried to give me hers and I love how we now sit on the sofa at home together with both quilts draped over us, cup of tea in one hand, plate of biscuits in front of us, plotting new quilt plans for the future. My favourite quilt memory for this reason is the memory of future plans being made under the safety and heat of our first quilts on a rainy winters night.isthelightonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05316711252219311587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20246519.post-62754986848794139342010-11-26T10:53:29.561-08:002010-11-26T10:53:29.561-08:00From the time they were four and six until they we...From the time they were four and six until they were twelve and fourteen, my sons always wanted to sleep on the living room floor in front of the tree on Christmas Eve. We didn't use sleeping bags - I made them a comfy cushion of quilts and blankets and pillows. The top quilt (the 'frosting') was always the quilt I had made with lots of dark reds and olive greens and golds. The fabric combination was called "Christmas or Not".<br /><br />Each time they were hardly able to stop wiggling long enough for a photo. Now they are 16 and 18 and opt for their own beds, but I love my series of Christmas photos of their sweet faces poking out from that huge beautiful quilt.Vicki K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08663434879488076171noreply@blogger.com