My mom is a quilter. She has vast stores of bright fabrics, tucked away in a closet, organized by color. I can remember her insistence that I learn how to quilt. I was reluctant at best. Quilting requires math and precision, attention to minute details and straight lines. I learned. I can quilt, but by no means do I possess any significant talent in the art.
My mom, on the other hand, does. Straight lines, pointed corners, hand quilted stitches that are virtually perfect. Although quilting is not a craft I enjoy doing, I certainly can appreciate and admire talent when I see it.
Every year a city nearby holds a massive quilt show. And though I wish my mom would enter some thing, she never does! Instead, we all go to the show. It has become a very favored tradition of mine. I may not sit down with mom to quilt – just like she doesn’t sit down with me to scrapbook – but we can certainly enjoy the finished results together.
Here are a few photos of this past year’s show.
|Best of Show winner. The back was just as amazing as the front!|
|This is a mini-quilt. The blocks are a scant 1 1/8 inch square.|
|This was probably one of my favorites.|
|Reminds me of olives!|