My very first foray into learning how to sew came along when I was about 9 or 10.
We were over at my Grandma Teal’s (dad’s mom) house and she decided it was high time that Sister and I learned how to patch clothing.
Grandma took an old piece of cloth and cut all different shapes of holes and different kinds of rips and showed us how to patch them.
Grandma was nothing if not very practical.
I have had others teach me different things.
Mom taught me how to hand stitch, and may I just say that I can do a mean blind stitch.
A friend taught me how to put a quilt top together and tie it off.
An Amish lady taught me how to quilt them together.
I don’t know how many quilts I have made, but I’m working on another.
I have been working on this quilt for about 4 years now.
That might be because I’m just a bit of a slacker.
But a couple of months ago, a friend of mine asked if we could sew together.
She needed some inspiration.
So did I!
She is making a baby quilt and I pulled out my flannel quilt squares that had been moldering in a plastic tub in the girls closet for about 4 years.
Even though I pouted the entire time you were showing me how to patch, thanks Grandma.
Your legacy lives on.