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When I was young, we lived
on a farm a distance from other kids and Mom kept us busy sewing and other
crafts. All our dolls had new dresses we attempted to sew with Mom’s
instruction. A kitchen towel with an embroidered tea kettle was a project
one summer and I learned to love making something new; something different
with my needle and thread. As I grew older, my Grandma presented me with
a quilt for my hope chest. It was such a beautiful cover; stitched by
my Grandma’s hand and made from scraps of material from her dresses
and Granda’s shirts.
| ‘I feel a quilt made by hand has a little bit of love tucked
in between the layers of cloth and soft batting as it is being sewn.’
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That first quilt was the beginning of my
love for quilts and quilting. Mom had an old quilt frame and I borrowed
it often when the kids were small to put together quilts to keep them
warm through the winter. I now have my own beautiful oak frame that I
use when making my quilting projects.
I feel a quilt made by hand has a little
bit of love tucked in between the layers of cloth and soft batting as
it is being sewn. Patchwork quilts, made with many colors of fabric –
scraps – are my favorite. They resemble the jumble of colors in
a flower garden—thus the name—Barb’s Quilt Garden.
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