Blessed are the children of the piecemakers, for they shall inherit the quilts.Â
But my daughter, a quilter in her own right, couldn’t wait that long. She absconded with this one when she went away to college and it wasn’t missed until I spotted it hanging in her dorm room. She explained that she knew I wanted her to have it, and of course, she was right.
Later, it was displayed in her sorority house room, then in her first apartment and next in the first home she bought as a career girl. Only now, as “Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady” (remember Barbra Streisand singing this in Funny Girl?), having moved into Harvey’s house,  has Rebecca relegated this little quilt to her cedar chest for lack of a properly barren wall.
I love to quilt. When watercolor quilting hit the piecemakers’ world, I was singing, “Getting to Know You,” (The King and I) eager to learn all about. My dear friend Suzanne and I signed up for a workshop in North Carolina and waited in eager anticipation. Well, actually, Suzanne waited. I cut 2″ squares. Thousands of them. When we finally headed north, I had cutter’s cramp. Continue reading
