Mending a quiltPosted: May 20, 2014
I defended my Ph.D. thesis on October 29th 2004. The next day I woke up unbelievably liberated. I went for a run around Greenlake and on my way home I stopped at an estate sale where I admired a hand-stitched patchwork quilt top with vintage fabric. It had no back and was coming apart in a couple places. The woman running the sale said I could have it for free, so I took it home, delighted. I mended it and splurged on nice fabric for the back, and then I hand-tied it and hand-stitched on the binding. For a few years it was on the guest bed and then in the nursery. Now it’s on Henry’s bed where I think it looks cheerful, although some might argue that, strictly speaking, it’s a little girly for an almost four year old. Don’t worry- I have a new quilt underway for him.
But this patchwork quilt I will always love for being handmade, for having history, for being a gift to me on a happy, carefree day. For bringing love to our guests and to our baby. For cuddling us while we read bedtime stories. When it wears through in places I patch it up. The new squares blend in with the old and even add dimension.