When I look back at the quilts I’ve done over the years, I feel a sense of pride at the improvement in my skills, and I’m also mortified that my terrible colour choices and questionable construction skills are still around to critique. I started quilting around 1994 when i was a young, firm, and lovely 22 year old. Fast forward 22 years, and I’m an ageing, sagging, and lovely mother of two sweet little boys. While I may have gone downhill physically, my quilting skills have gone nowhere but up!
When I first started quilting I had no one to guide me so I made some rather BOLD decisions, one of which was to make a few mini quilts before I tackled a big project. Of course I wasn’t afraid as I had been sewing for over half my life by then. I thought it would be easy. Ha! I have to say, they turned out all right for some one who had never tried to quilt before. Once I had made 3 mini quilts I decided I could take on a lap quilt.
This beauty, my friends, is the fruits of my labour. It is 22 years old, and surprisingly intact. The fabrics are so worn and faded some bricks don’t even have the print on them anymore. It is soft as buttah and very snuggly. There are a few holes that need patching along with some that have already been patched. The batting is almost non-existant, more like a…..suggestion than an actual batting. It has snuggled babies, dried tears, and warmed cold feet. More than just a quilt, we’ve built forts with it, picnicked on it, and both of my boys have puked and/or pooped on it. We don’t use it very often anymore, but it’s still in the closet just waiting for someone to love it again.
Thank you so much to Jenn@AQuarterInchfromtheEdge for hosting Throwback Thursday on the first Thursday of every month, and giving me the chance to revisit some of my older projects. I’m enjoying it more than I expected to!