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Archive for the day “March 19, 2012”


Saturday was National Quilting Day.  What did you do to celebrate?  Sadly, I didn’t do much.  The intention was there.  The heart was willing…but life got in the way…again.  Darn!  That happens a lot.  I was determined to do a little something to acknowledge the day.  So I sewed two rows on to my Civil War Tribute quilt. I had hoped to add all of the rows, but there was a baby shower in the afternoon.  I only hope I don’t have to wait until next March to complete it!   When I returned from the shower I tried to convince MiniQuilter to sew since it was a quilter’s holiday.  But she would have rather played outside.  Imagine that….she’d rather play outside than sew.  In that aspect, she certainly isn’t her grandma’s girl!  🙂

We’ve been having some very unseasonable weather these past days and it has allowed us to have the windows wide open to let that wonderful warm breeze inside.  MiniQuilter and her brother spent the night and were lying on the floor watching the Adventures of TinTin when Brother said he was cold and wanted a blanket.  I covered him with a quilt (what else!).  He said “Grandma, this is my favorite quilt.”   Funny thing…it’s my favorite also.  I was a little bit surprised to hear he had a favorite quilt.  The two of them have grown up with quilts.  (They’re eight.)  Quilts have always been a part of their lives.   They think everyone has them in their home.  I just assumed quilts were the norm for them.  Silly Grandma!  They noticed…they paid attention!

I’m not sure why my grandson loves this quilt, but I know why I do.  It’s scrappy and I love scrappy.  I love planned quilts, too.  But not like I love scrappies.  I’ve made my share of planned quilts and I love coordinating the fabrics and threads…another reason why I have so many UFOs.  To me, planned quilts say “Look at me!” and they are beautiful to look at.  But scrappies say “Use me…snuggle up…let me keep you warm.”

I love making scrappies because I can have all my favorite fabrics at my fingertips.  When I look at that quilt I can see the familiar “faces” of old friends–projects and fat quarters that followed me home.  Scrap quilts warm the body and the heart.  Guess that’s why I love them.  They love you back.

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