When I was growing up my Mom sewed all our clothes. I rarely had anything that was store bought. She did, and does, such beautiful work. She even made me a gorgeous maternity coat when I was expecting my first baby. It is my theory that the sewing gene skips a generation. At least, that's what happened in my case. But I decided to be brave and give it another try.
Mom got everything all set up for me. She wanted to give me a little head start I think.
Then it was time to begin. I actually didn't do too badly. I think I only jammed the machine once or twice up to this point. I laid out the little squares on the guest bed to be sure to get things in the right order, but true to form I managed to get some of them in the wrong order.
Time to break for lunch. My Mom always sets a lovely table - good china and all.
Refreshed - I hurried back to my sewing. I wanted to get the top done so I could put it together today and get to the hand-quilting part (which I can actually do). All went well until I began to put the borders on. After jamming the machine three more times - I stepped aside and let the professional take over. By now I was sweating bullets and ready to pull my hair out. Have I mentioned that I hate sewing?
In no time at all, the borders were on - and that silly machine never jammed one time. My Mom said it knows who its master is. I am convinced it didn't like me one bit.
After profusely thanking my infinitely patient Mom, we headed home. We were rewarded with a beautiful sunset. I do believe the Lord has a way with colors.
Here is my completed quilt top. It is just the right size for covering one's lap on a chilly night. Much more manageable than the Queen-sized one I did for my first quilt.
Here are a couple of close-ups of the pretty little squares. I love all the different fabrics. They came in a little bundle of forty squares - all pre-cut and ready to sew.
Now all I need to do is put together the top, batting and back, and I'm good to go. I'm praying I can manage that on my own. I foresee many desperate phone calls to my poor Mom.
In spite of the "feeling like tearing my hair out" sewing part, it was a sweet time with my Mom. She is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. Everyone of my friends wants to adopt her when they meet her. I am so thankful she is my Mom.