My Grandmother Perdue taught me to crochet first. Then she taught me to quilt. I remember waking on summer mornings to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and the voices of Grandmother and her friends as they sat together and quilted. She always had a quilt in progress. The quilt frame was a constant fixture right smack dab in the middle of her living room.
We've lost a lot in the busy-ness of this world but it doesn't have to be that way. We can choose to reach out, to make time, to get in touch. I'm making it a priority from now on. Care to join me?
Hi Janice, what a lovely evocative post. I could almost see your Grandmother and her friends and what beautiful work they did. I'm in... white with sugar and do you have a spare needle?
ReplyDeleteTerrific! Let's make it fun...I'll bring out the good china!
ReplyDeleteI really loved this post Janice!
ReplyDeleteMy Grandma had a quilting frame hanging in her dining/den area, for as long as I could remember!
Funny thing is...I never did really learn to quilt, though I was always intrigued by the beautiful, colorful fabric pieces she had cut up for those quilts! She taught me a lot about sewing and other needle arts and I watched her top stitch many a quilt, but I've never tried making one myself and it's something I definitely want to do one day!
You've helped bring back such great memories for me!
I have a feeling my Grandmother might have taken my stitches out sometimes after I left :-) She and her friends were real perfectionists! I'm glad the post brought up happy memories. A lot of Ashley's journal prompts have done that for me.
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