My first-ever hand-quilted quilt is finished! It was a labor of love, and by that I mean I loved every minute of the process of this quilt. If you’ve known me even a little while, you know I am pretty much daily inspired by my late maternal grandmother (my granny). She was a quilter, seamstress, creative spirit. I think I probably am her all over again.
So with inspiration from granny and fellow creative soul Pam, I took a deep breath and pulled together piles of little fabric scraps that have been collecting. And began.
Setting out with a plan or vision is much scarier for me than to just begin and watch what happens along the way. So my plan was no plan.
And bit by scrap, my quilt started to look like something I thought I might really like.
The machine piecing was a lot of fun. I love the hum of the sewing machine. I love hand cutting little squares and rectangles. I love pulling colors and designs together.
When it was time to start hand quilting, I was a bit intimidated and started to think this project might fall to the wayside like many do.
But as I began to pull needle and thread, little by little it started to look like a real quilt. And that kept me moving. I did catch a vision then, a glimpse of the finished piece that was made by my own two hands, with much love.
Before I knew it, I was tying off the last thread of the binding. My quilt was finished. And love it I do. It makes me happy. The worst part? Wishing I could go back up to my studio and begin a brand new one. But not just now. There’s no time. Did I tell you we’re having a wedding at the homestead this Summer?? So much to do…stay tuned!