Wednesday, August 19, 2015

quilt making

Did you ever think, child, how much piecing a quilt is like living a life?
Life gives you the fabrics, the scraps, the colours, the time...
but it's you who gathers them up, arranges them, and stitches them together.
 
I read Aunt Jane of Kentucky's story when I was about our daughter April's age.
(when I was learning about making quilts, and so busy living my life)
It's lovely to watch her continue the long tradition,

16 comments:

Ms. said...

This might be one of my favorite of all your posts. Gorgeous!

Tina said...

I love the picture of your daughter and grandson-what a generous gift to teach and share this talent-art speaks to the heart a language that the world needs.

Sue Marrazzo Fine Art said...

How beautiful!

Velma Bolyard said...

makes me think...everyone, all the women anyway, from both my parents were quilters of necessity and sometimes they were state fair prize winners.

Liz A said...

I love the hands ...

Mo Crow said...

thank you for this good soul food

roz said...

how beautiful !

jeanne hewell-chambers said...

I love everything about this, Sugar. Everything. x

Martha said...

Just gorgeous - color, form, words.

Amy Meissner said...

Thank you for posting this, Judy. I don’t think it matters how old our children are, we always watch their working hands with wonder and longing and hope. I am very grateful for this link to your family as they don’t feel quite so far away when I see them here. Please give my love to Oona and the boys. And to April too, although I’ve only met her once and it was in a yoga class, so that almost doesn’t count. I was standing behind her the whole time so I may be more familiar with some parts of her than others. HA!
XO
Amy

Nifty Quilts said...

Thank you for this contemplation on quilting and life. Your daughter and her child are beautiful, and so is the quilt!

Penny Berens said...

Love what April is doing here!

Threadpainter said...

How lovely !

Maya Sara Matthew said...

All hand pieced. Something I can relate to.So colourful and spontaneous.

Montse Llamas said...

I have treasured your words, as many times before.

Liz A said...

P.S. This post inspired me to the point of imitation (that being the sincerest form of flattery), though on a much smaller scale.