I finished my antique reproduction quilt today. I did decide to go old school with it and tie it. The main reason is that my good friend, a decorated Vietnam vet had reminisced with my husband about how his mother used to tie her quilts. I also decided to use a self binding, blanket style, and stitch it in a whip stitch with the same cotton yarn I used to tie it.
Ever almost instantly regret a sewing design decision? I did. As I pulled each stitch through with a pair of pliers and struggled to thread the needle, I regretted it. But wait. I later discovered that this decision was a gift to me. As I was stitching I was given the opportunity to meditate on many things, each more emotional than the next. I reflected on how much respect I have for our fore mothers who made quilts by hand and by candlelight out of necessity. I wondered with each hot flash spaced about about every half hour, how they might have handled that with a heavy blanket piled on top of them without ever knowing exactly what was wrong.
Next, I started looking at my stitches. Not one of them perfect. I was given the gift of meditating on God and how each one of us is a labor intense pulled stitch. Maybe not perfect, but perfectly placed in the cloth that warms our lives. I was given an extra dose of gratitude for His hand guiding mine in my design decision where I was committed to carry through with action allowing myself to take a time out not not pray, but to listen to Him.
Gave Phil the Quilt of Valor this morning. Pictures to follow.
Rainy today so not great light. It's larger than a lap quilt, but a bit smaller than a twin. Perfect size for Phil in his Lazy Boy.
Back side with the label.
Up close label.
Next post, pictures of Phil with his quilt. He was stunned. He had been casually watching me make it all last week.