About 1956 my Grandmother embroidered a set of squares for eighth grandchild, my little sister. Her embroidery was perfect, as always. Someone else (I won't embarrass her ghost) set them with plain squares, layered on cotton batting and machine quilted about 4 inches apart. Over the years the setting material faded, the batting deteriorated into little wads like a tissue in the washing machine. Somehow it came to me and was stored with other mementoes and forgotten.
One day, during an airing/reorganization day the little quilt came to light. I realized I might be able to reclaim the beautifully embroidered squares.....I needn't disassemble the whole thing, just pick the stitches from the decorated patches. Many evenings 'pickin' & grinnin' resulted in a pile of embroidered squares, ready to have a new life. They were carefully bagged while I tried to think of a setting to do them justice. And they set and they set until---you guessed it---I didn't know where they were (for a couple of years) until they showed up in a box of scraps. Hmmm, a nine patch with snowballs? a wonky log cabin? Off we went to Lenora's Fabric to select an assortment of coordinating pinks. Fabrics and blocks all tucked in a pink bag and set with other projected projects. A child leaves the nest and chaos and shifting result. Where's that pink bag?
Retirement and reorganization ensue....ah, there's that pink bag! My DS, the mother of five, will surely enjoy having her baby quilt resurrected. Retirement will mean so much time for sewing and quilting! Then, mammogram, and pink ribbon time for me. Four years survival and oh! look! there's that pink bag! how could I have mislaid it?
Life happens while we're planning quilts.
Last edited by Greenheron; 04-18-2012 at 06:35 AM.