I have been posting about this quilt for some time on my Facebook page and just this past weekend was the big reveal, but this quilt, this GORGEOUS quilt, deserves more. This quilt has been in the works since the day that C was born. From the very first outfits that she wore when we brought her home as a 6 pound 2 ounce peanut to outfits she just wore last year, this quilt has been a long time in the making.
There are two back stories that go along with this and both are so incredibly important to the meaning of “the quilt”.
As a child, I can remember my mother sewing as far back as I have memories. She would set up her sewing machine on our dining room table (the same dining room table that sits in my dining room right now) and there it would stay for weeks at a time. She would sew quilt squares, table runners, just about anything, my mother could sew. Then in 1989, my mother and 9 of her closest friends came together and founded a group. It was called The Newtown Quilter’s Guild. This group met regularly, shared stories, shared friendship, and shared their love for quilting, always learning more from each other. Today, that quilt guild has over 100 members and still gathers regularly, inspiring each other with their love for quilting.
My mother is AWESOME. If you have met my mother, you would see just how AWESOME she is in a single instant. She is not only a fabulous quilter but a fabulous friend too. By watching her friendships in the Newtown Quilter’s Guild (and beyond), I learned how to be a friend. My mom was always there when needed and ALWAYS reaching out to ANYONE that needed a helping hand. My mother continues to do that every single day. It is both her strength and her weakness and I have always aspired to be that exact way. Those quilters, they are awesome people…
Now back to C…. Ever since the day that she could physically dress herself, she has been picking out her clothes. As a particular little girl, there was no arguing with her, she was wearing what she wanted. Then as she grew out of clothes, she would do anything to keep them. Anything. She would hide them under her bed just because they were special to her and she didn’t want to give them away. I finally agreed to save some of her clothes (which I had been doing all along) for a special occasion.
One day about a year and a half ago, I asked my mom if she would make C a quilt with these clothes. At first she hesitated knowing full well that if C saw her cutting up her clothes she would throw a fit. I assured her I would take responsibility and slowly get C used to the idea, so she agreed. After that, Mama H took off. Her creative brain took over and she made the most amazing piece of work I have ever seen. Amazing. Walk through these pictures and you will see…
As mom worked on the quilt, C would look at bits and pieces. This was part of my slow process of getting her used to it;)
Each square in this quilt has a meaning. A square for C and my favorite book to read together…The Little House on the Prairie. A square made from the fabric of a dress that
I Mrs. Claus made C for Christmas one year out of sunflower fabric that C had requested in the middle of November.
Squares that were filled with fabrics of sleepers that she wore when she was just 6 months old. You know, the adorable Gerber zip up ones. These fabrics combined with ones of dressed that she would wear with opposing colored tights and fabrics that came from the leftover fabric used to make the headboard in her bedroom.
The little bonnet figures that are made from clothes of C’s, each one representing activities that she loves so much. One is sewing, which C adores. One is Irish Dancing, one is hula-hooping.
Each and every fabric in this quilt has a meaning. Each and every one has a memory. SO much love in this quilt. So much time spent on this quilt. Hours and hours my mother worked tirelessly to create one of the most special pieces that anyone could ever ask for and that few have the privilege of receiving. C and I are both so incredibly lucky to have someone in our lives like my mother…