I have been quilting for about ten years, seriously for the last five. Being self taught, I have spent a lot of time, learning how to piece, applique by machine and by hand , and hand quilt. When I started out, my intention was to make some quilts to use around the house, so I decided machine quilting would be the way to go.
But as I was learning, it occurred to me that the hand work was what I enjoyed most. I find that running that needle thru the fabric is so much more than that. It gives me time to think, clear my head, and express my creative side.
Christmas 2011 we decided to take a Christmas Journey to visit my sister and family in Illinois and my inlaws in Tennessee. When we had visited my inlaws earlier in October we realized that my fil was really not doing so well. So as
Christmas approached we decided to visit him and also stopped in Illinois to see my sister and her family. I had purchased the book
Traditional Red and Green Quilts by Jeana Kimball, and decided that I would visit a couple of quilt shops along the way and collect some fabrics to make this quilt.
In February of 2012 my father in law passed away. When we got back from the funeral, I started working on my red and green traditional quilt. I chose blocks out of the book that seemed to relate to my journey thru life. The flimsie went into the closet waiting it's turn to be quilted. This fall the quilt came out of the closet and was marked and quilted. As I was quilting it, I often thought about that Christmas journey that we took and realized that this quilt would be very special to me, and decided to name it Christmas Journey. I finally understand why I love quilts. When I look at antique quilts, I am pulled in to the point that I want to study every stitch. That trail of thread is someone's life, their journey it reflects their life. Quilts are art, they are a journal, they are therapy, and oh so wonderful to wrap up in and enjoy and share. I love putting my heart and soul into them! A label is a way of letting others know the quilt's story, it is those stories that make them special. So this morning my slow stitches were attaching this label:
Even Max knows this quilt is special! He jumped up on the chair as I hung the quilt over the back of it. I just had to take a pic of him donning his Christmas attire.