The clock on summertime is ticking…. I was picking up in my sewing room when I came across 3 Blackbird Designs charm packs. Beach House is the fabric line. Love then name, love the colors, the feel of the fabric--- love everything about it. Being several years old – there’s no more fabric in the stores. I added some stash fat quarters to go with it.
I’m not ready for
Fall—wanting to hold onto Summer for as long as I can…. I voted for an easy
to quilt piece. Missouri Quilt Company had an online tutorial for a quilt
called Falling Charms. I thought it was perfect because I don’t want to
cut up these charms --- I love every inch of fabric.
Whether it’s thrown over
the hammock, hung on the rack in my breakfast area, or on a hanger next to an
un-lit wood stove (hopefully we won’t be needing it too soon)….This quilt will
cozy things up.
DNA demanded it….
Chelsey’s started quilting. While I felt like she labelled me as the ‘dork’ of
the family—Quilting has become the ultimate in cool. It’s been a
great bonding moment for both of us. I don’t know who loves it more---
her or me for the fact that I get to share my ultimate passion with
Every quilt I have ever
given her has taken on new meaning as for as quilting styles, binding
techniques, and lessons in piecing. She was given my old sewing machine when
she moved out. She’s dusted it off and we’ve tackle that first ‘
broken needle’ together. As I type this – I’m ordering a quarter inch
quilting foot for that machine--- to give to her.
‘Mom, I never really knew
how much time it took to make a quilt’.
‘Mom, I got all my fabric
from thrift shops --- and it’s still expensive…. I never knew’.
So many conversations that
she’ll probably never know how much they mean to me.
My family calls me ‘Aunt
Bee’. They’ll never call her that --- she wears the title ‘ Quilter’ with
pride and dares anyone to judge or tease her. Me--- I’ve never been
I loved it. I told
Chelsey it reminded me of her--- it said, “ Stand out in a Crowd…. Dare to be
She said we had to make
it. I researched and found the pattern. I sent it to her. She
texted back-“ I don’t know Mom--- looks like a quilt for someone with more
experience. I don’t think I could do it—maybe in a couple of years—just
I hate being pressured –
and I have learned this about myself—quilting is my hobby on my own terms. I
hate ‘have to’s ‘ and I hate deadlines. I told her no big deal that
I got it, “ But Mom, you go on and make it.,” she said.
I just know she can do
it. So last night after eight o’clock, I pulled out my scraps – she just
needs a sample, plus I’ll decide how hard the pattern is. So this is my
canary (Because it is yellow)-
I wrote her a
letter—because she lives 100 miles away—and sent it. I told her to use it as a
sample, or maybe if she ever makes the quilt to possibly use it as a label for
I have to make this
quilt—because it reminds me of her…..
The baby quilt was pieced and quilted and sent on his way. Made entirely of a friend's son's shirts who was a volunteer fireman. He was to be Uncle Billy to a new generation of Pestor babies. Taken suddenly with congestive heart failure at 30 years old. My friend brought me shirts and said, " just make something-- you choose." The fire trucks seemed appropriate, they were a $2.50 download from Etsy. The other blocks were just pictures found on Pinterest.
I started the quilt on Mother's day, kind of 'teary' while cutting out each block. I can't imagine what my friend must be going through losing a son. I finished it on Father's Day. They back was made from Navy and white gingham.
A good memory --- and I can definitely say a quilt brightened a very sad story.