Finding my way home
Hi Everyone,
I was introduced to quilting while working through breast cancer thirteen years ago. I found the most wonderful, supportive group of people in the quilting world. I was a complete novice, couldn't sew a stitch. I was encouraged by one of my mother's friends to come to her quilt club, they were putting a big quilt on a frame and sitting around tying it. From that day on I was pulled into the fold. They showered me with easy patterns and encouragement. Once I started I loved it. Quilting was magical for me at that time in my life. I started getting better and more confident. I gathered fabric and built a stash, made quilts for my kids going to camp and off to college. My crowing glory was a Jewel Box I made for my mom for Mothers Day.
Well time went on, I got better (thank God, Jesus, all the angels and saints, and all the beautiful people that prayed for me). I went back to work and the business of raising four teenagers. I slowly dropped away from quilting. This past October my 23 year old daughter asked me to make a Halloween costume for her, while rummaging through my sewing stuff in the basement, I found a beautiful quilt top that I never finished. I picked it up and all the wonderful memories of my quilting days came flooding back.
I've been back to the local quilt shop and fabric haunts of my past. Everywhere I am welcomed with enthusiasm, smiles and hugs. My daughter asked me to teach her to sew, so now we are making a Christmas log cabin quilt together. She will back and bind it and I will back and bind my unfinished project from 6 years ago.
I want to come back to the fold!
Holly from Massachusetts :-)