My grandma is a quilter whose sewing resume stretches over three decades.
The patience and perseverance necessary to maintain this skill of intricacy amazes me.
Precise measuring and cutting. The hum of a sewing machine joining fabric together.
An iron, hissing steam – pressing underside seams into smooth, neat lines.
Repeat, repeat. And in the end? A masterpiece of colors and squares and stitches, all mingled and bound up into something to keep you warm.
At sixteen, I was extremely privileged to be given one of her handmade quilts.
She had labored long hours of great love. And it was just for me!
This precious gift illustrates something we should treasure:
In the process of preserving my own grandparents’ legacy of stories and skills, four tips have proven helpful…