I never thought of myself as a quilter. I mean, I've always liked quilts, but they have always held, for me, a sense of simplicity. They often reminded me of days gone by when wives canned and made clothes and the husbands tilled the fields and chopped wood. I suppose it was because I was raised as a city girl, with traffic noises my lullaby at night and the smell of smog always at the back of my throat. The only impressions I had of quilting were the stories my father told me about his upbringing or what I watched on TV in the re-runs of Little House on the Prairie. But, somehow, after moving to the country, I have been compelled to learn how to quilt. I'm not really sure why. There seems to be something in the air, I suppose, that isn't a part of city living and is only available in the country freshness.
So here it is. My first attempt at a quilt. I took a class at the local quilting shop (which, is actually becoming my Mecca - for some reason the smell of the fabric and all the variety of prints just makes me happy) and made an actually rather large quilt (mostly because I added sashing in between the blocks). I'm rather proud of it actually and quilting has become another creative outlet for me. There are so many patterns and fabrics to choose from, and I really love the fact that I am creating these pieces of art with my own hands. I seem to be assimilating to country living a bit better than I expected
So here it is. My first attempt at a quilt. I took a class at the local quilting shop (which, is actually becoming my Mecca - for some reason the smell of the fabric and all the variety of prints just makes me happy) and made an actually rather large quilt (mostly because I added sashing in between the blocks). I'm rather proud of it actually and quilting has become another creative outlet for me. There are so many patterns and fabrics to choose from, and I really love the fact that I am creating these pieces of art with my own hands. I seem to be assimilating to country living a bit better than I expected