My sewing, antiquing and crafting gene didn’t just come out of nowhere. Both sides of my family have artistic tendencies. What I used to take for granted as a way of life, I’ve come to appreciate as I get older – I didn’t realize that not everyone could (or would want to) create a beautiful quilt. Or that all parents and grandparents don’t actually display artwork in galleries. I was always confused by people who said things like, “I am just NOT creative”… really? Why not? It was a way of life for me. If I wanted new doll clothes, we made them. New curtains? We sewed them. In fact, my love of creating led me to my Bachelor’s degree in education. How fun to create all those classroom decorations and bulletin boards (unfortunately I found out you have to also enjoy hanging out with kids all day – ahem). That’s a whole different story. 😉
Now, as my appreciation for the “creativity” or “crafty” gene has grown – my love for this one particular quilt my grandmother gave me years ago also has grown. When she gave it to me, I’m sure I said ‘thank you’ and even meant it…but now when I snuggle with it – I think about it so much more. It is sewn out of tiny pieces of dresses my mom wore as a child. How sweet is that? Here are a few snapshots of the blocks that showcase the beauty.