Birth of a Passion

My quilting started a long time ago.  I didn't know at the time that it would become a life long passion.  I was about ten or so, and I was bored.  

I hate that word - "bored."  When my children said they were bored, my training from my parents was to put the child to work.   That was their solution to being bored, but as a parent, I realized that there was more to life than work.  I wanted them to enjoy being children and find things they enjoyed doing when they were not working.  It seemed like good training for when they became adults.  From my own experience, I realized that too many people, when relieved from the daily grind, were lost on what to do with themselves and resorted to drinking or shopping as entertainment.  Both, I feel, are not the most productive or fulfilling activities and can lead to an empty wallet and an empty heart.  

My youngest son was easily bored.  Not one to watch TV, movies or play video games, if it was raining outside or snowing, it made it difficult to placate him.  When he said, "I'm BORED!" I would cringe inside.  I knew that I needed to guide him to finding ways to fill that empty time that would be lifelong skills and could either make him an alcoholic or workaholic, or lead him to a fulfilling, nurturing space.  

My parents were non-drinkers, but they felt that work was the most important thing on the earth.  My father, a workaholic, was praised as a child for being such a hard worker, and he became addicted to that "feel good" that he got from working.  But like any addiction, it didn't leave room for relationships and healthy living.  He was gone a lot, and I missed having a dad.  

It was a Sunday when I proclaimed my bored status.  I am sure my mother cringed at that responsibility being laid upon her back.  Since it was Sunday, work was not required.  It was a day of being set free to be and do whatever we wanted to.  I am sure when my mother reached deep into her resources to find something to entertain me that she had no idea how it would change my world.  

Out of desperation, she taught me to make patchwork quilts.  I had a small envelope for my template, and a stack of scraps she had saved from making clothes for us kids.  She showed me how to lay the template on the fabric, taking care not to waste, pin it in place and cut it out.  After I had a stack of rectangles, she showed me how to lay them out on her bed to see how they looked.  We rearranged them till the pattern was pleasing to us. She then taught me to use her sewing machine, and I sewed the pieces together. 

The quilt was tied with orange yarn, something we must have had on hand, and the batting was made from an old blanket.  It was the old way of making comforters and quilts.  It seems archaic, but I appreciate it today for what it was – a woman’s way of making art from necessity.  They used what they had, and they made useful things, but they made them with love and care, taking pride in the end result.

My first scrap quilt was just the right size for my dolls, and I would later use it for my daughter when she was an infant.  I later made a larger one like it for my twin size bed. 

My quilting was left by the wayside for many years, as I married and had children, divorced and remarried, moved around the world, and grew up.  I didn’t pick it back up again, till necessity opened the door again. 

It was the fall of 1989.  My husband and I were living on a meager income.  Christmas was coming, and I could tell that we would not have a lot of presents for the children under the tree.  I decided to make my daughter a personalized quilt.  I had lots of scrap fabric, collected over the years, and using the same technique that my mother had taught me when I was ten, I made a large patchwork quilt, used a blanket for the batting, but this time, I machine quilted the blanket to the back, which was a flat sheet I had purchased from the Dollar Store.  I appliqued her name on the front, and used eyelet lace to edge it.  She still has it today, and she brings it home to be mended, as it is becoming threadbare from use and age. 

My best friend, Deirdre, who was also struggling to buy Christmas that year, saw the quilt and decided to make one for her mother.  She did not have such a stash of fabrics, so went to the local fabric store to find what she needed to complete her project. 

While at the fabric store, Deirdre saw a quilting class advertised.  She begged me to take the class with her.  I really didn’t feel I should spend the money, but after much begging and pleading, I gave in and splurged.  It was at this class that I learned new techniques, and the art of quilting. 

Deirdre and I continued on with our quilting.  We were two stay at home moms.  We got together and cut, sewed and quilted together.  We planned and dreamed together.  Although we had learned to machine quilt our quilts, we were both enamored with the idea of hand quilting, so studied up on it, and experimented with hoops and frames.  We aspired to get as many stitches in an inch as we could. 

Through the years and changes in lifestyles, Deirdre and I lost touch.  We talk to each other on Facebook, occasionally, and I was sad to hear that she does not quilt or sew anymore.  She is a true artist, sometimes waking in the morning with a whole new quilt design in her head, whereas my creations seem to always come from magazines or books. 

When my maternal grandmother came to live with my mother after Grampa died, she and I spent time quilting together.  It was a time of bonding that I will treasure forever. 

I don’t think I will ever stop quilting.  I know where the word “comforter” came from, because the feeling of fabric in my hands and the transformation that takes place through this creative act feeds me and comforts me.  It takes me to places that nothing else can.   

 

 

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