One of my very favorite conversations is “if it isn’t hand quilted it isn’t a quilt” or “hand quilted means putting your heart into a quilt”.
I no longer get my panties in a wad
My back no longer gets up
I just share
because I’ve been in that group who thought and felt and experienced and said that out loud.
Now I just share
that I love hand quilting and appreciate the level of work that goes into the hand quilting process
I can hand quilt, I can hand piece, hand applique
I’ve found home, peace, contentment in doing the machine work. Nobody is more surprised than me. But I do. I love the hum of the machine, listening to the needle pierce the layers of batting and fabric seeing stitches form evenly and cleanly as I stitch around the surface of the quilt. My heart is all over that baby.
@play is my heart, in that moment, on a quilt
I can clearly see the journey of this quilt and hear her whispers.
I can see how good Greg Case made her look and
how squaring her up made a difference
I can see the gift of what she taught me and appreciate her beauty
I can see my heart in Quantum Leap too.
I can see the growth and progress.
I can see things I think as flaws that no one will notice
I can see the love in this quilt
Yep, my heart is here too
I can see my heart in one of my future quilts as well that will be based on this photo of Sarah Vedeler taken at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel while we were at BERNINA University.
Yep my heart will be here too.
If your heart is in hand work I get it.
If your heart is in machine work, I get it
if you heart is in quilting on a long arm, I get it.
My one question this Saturday afternoon. . . how can we appreciate the beauty in all of quilting? How do we promote that perspective shift? One that honors and respects quilters no matter what their style? How do we work on developing that appreciation for the broad range of quilt making that’s out there?
These are serious questions quilters. I’d like to hear what your thoughts.