19 May 2014
tea rose quilt
This is the quilt that started me on my quilting journey, if you don't count the blue hexagon patchwork that i started when i was fourteen and my mother ended up finishing for me when my eldest son was five years old, and which frankly is kind of hideous.
I collected fabrics for this quilt for ten years (i know, i know ...) always holding the idea in my head of a faded dipped-in-tea overblown roses kind of aesthetic. In fact one of the fabrics turned out to have too bright a white background and i did actually overdye it with old teabags, so the name of the finished quilt is fitting really.
I think of several people with immense affection and gratitude when i snuggle under this quilt. My darling friend Sue, who took jetlagged me to several quilt shops in Seattle when i visited her in 2002 and helped me add to my fabric collection. Jane, who upon hearing i was a hesitant beginner quilter who was intimidated by scary Quilting Rules, sent me her first book and encouraged me to dive in and ignore the rules, and then when i still hadn't finished, sent me her second book, pictured above. And Meredithe, master quilter extraordinaire, who very patiently showed me the ropes of handquilting one sunny afternoon at Sewjourn.
I've procrastinated blogging about this quilt because it is so truly gorgeous that it deserves the bringing out of the big photographic guns to do it justice (ie not just my phone) but the opportunities to do so have been few and far between and I just need to put it up here for the record. And of course the show-off factor. So, apologies for the iPhone photos if you're viewing this on a big screen. Just squint a bit and imagine glorious olde worlde late-afternoon-light rosy photographs instead.