My quilts have been quilted for our band fundraiser at the school, and all that is left is me putting the binding on. But, this block caught my eye. I know the lovely lady who made it and it is based on a handkerchief quilt we had studied of hers in our local quilt group meeting.
I love it! And I love her gifting it to us!
This quilt is mentioned on my About Me page, and I finally took the opportunity to photograph it.
I had a girlfriend in cosmetology school whose grandma made quilts. This was the beginning of my quilt therapy life. The quilt was not made that well, as you can tell because my stars are disappearing in the washing machine. But, I love this quilt the most of all of the quilts I own.Â
Why?
Because it was the beginning of a passion and realization of a gift that God gave me. I hope I am able to continue to share that quilted love for a long time to come.
When we were fixin’ to get married, I made my husband and myself a log cabin wedding quilt for our marriage bed. Although I tied it, it has held up extremely well over the past 18+ years of marriage. I love this quilt, and the design and the historical significance of the block itself.Â
My Aunt Ellen is my mom’s sister. I can’t even remember if she is older or youger than my mom was, but I’m thinking younger because her only son was only 2 years old when I was in the fifth grade.
When she got married to her second husband, I was able to attend the wedding. Another Aunt and the youngest sibling to Aunt Ellen and my mom was an attendant, so I was in charge of taking care of my first cousin, who was a baby at the time. I was very happy to be a part of her celebration of marriage.
For some reason, she was on my mind on Sunday night, and I photographed the afghan she gave me that weekend of her wedding. She didn’t make it, but had a couple of them made for my older sister and myself. Come to find out, it was a God moment – because it was Aunt Ellen’s birthday, too!
I still have that beautiful afghan and use it on my bed most nights. And I remember the love that was put into making the afghan and the love for which it was gifted to me.
We had a number of blemished tomatoes in our garden for the second growing season, from a bit too much rain. I taught my husband how to clean them, blanche them and then purify them in the blender.
The next part of the job was mine – homemade spaghetti sauce to be canned!
I engaged my son to help me on Saturday. He needed something to do and I needed to keep his brain entertained.
The best part (besides individual attention from the Mom)? The popping of the lids as they sealed! He had a BLAST waiting, counting and watching the lids seal.
