The Lost Art of American Quilting


Quilting is a lost art … or is it?  Although Mama sewed ever since she was tall enough to peddle Grannie’s treadle sewing machine, she didn’t get interested in quilting until she retired. Yet, much like the pioneer women, she saved every scrap of material no matter how small. I inherited that trait. At first, she hand-pieced each square; and later went to machine-piecing. My mother always had several quilt tops going at one time. When each of her grandchildren married they received a finished quilt. As the great-grand’s came along, it was a given that they’d get a quilt and pillow for their nursery. For Christmas, we fairly well knew what our gift from Mama would be based on the events of our lives.

 I hate to piece! Literally, hate it, but love to stitch a quilt. Mother’s stitches were so tiny and accurately spaced that you have to really look hard to tell a quilt she worked by hand over a machine piece. If you looked at mine, let’s just say you would definitely know the difference. Many times, an experience quiltmaker can date the quilt by the type of material used, the stitches, but more importantly, the patterns.

The art of quilting goes back to Ancient Egypt and the Middle Ages. Most likely the early items were created out of the necessity to keep warriors warm. Quilted bedding was probably created for the same reason. In Europe, during pre-colonial days, soldiers put away their heavy armor and wore padded, quilted clothing instead for protection.

In the 1700’s, wealthy ladies embroidered “throws” made of irregular pieces of silk, linen, and wool, now called Crazy Quilts. They used cutouts of imported chintz appliquéd to whole cloth, usually with a center design surrounded by formal placement of small designs cut from the same chintz. The oldest surviving American-made quilt dates back to this era. There are two housed in the Smithsonian.  

Arriving in America with the colonialists, patchwork quilting as most of us are familiar with evolved into a uniquely American art form mainly because of the thrift and ingenuity of the pioneer woman. The patterns developed by these women reflected their day-to-day lives; their gardens, the sky, heroes of the day and battles. Or simply as a reflection of the beauty and grandeur of the new land. Many came about in honor of historic events, such as Lincoln’s Platform which commemorated the Lincoln-Douglas debates in the 1858 senatorial election. 

Later, as the pioneer woman entered into new territories, her quilt patterns traveled with her. It became common practice to change the names to better reflect her new surroundings. Thus, many old patterns have been known by different names. Jacobs Ladder was originally called Road to California. The second version became known as Stepping Stones in New England and Virginia; The Tail of Benjamin’s Kite in Pennsylvania; Trail of the Covered Wagon or Wagon Tracks in the South and Midwest; the Underground Railroad in Kentucky; and Rocky Road to California or Rocky Road to Oklahoma. Sugar Loaf was derived from the days when sugar came in loaves wrapped in blue paper. Many times this quilt top was pieced using dark and light blues.

Scrap quilts were born of necessity. Several sources suggest that patchwork was a natural extension of mending and the mind-set of the frontier women who were forced to exercise frugality. Patching of clothing, and of course, bed coverings was a common and necessary technique.  The idea of using saved scraps of materials in piecing was also natural to the Puritan and frontier mentality of thrift, utility, and economy. Although it’s also one of the most difficult patterns, Grandmother’s Flower Garden is still a favorite of quiltmakers because it uses up huge quantities of small scrap pieces. 

 Grandmother’s Flower Garden

The Log Cabin was probably the most popular quilt pattern ever devised. It is a scrap design. The only rule seems to be that the center square be red.

Log Cabin

After the Industrial Revolution (mid-1800’s), materials had become affordable and available enough that fabrics were bought specifically for the purpose of making a quilt, thus the birth of patterns that had repeating patterns. The housewife was no longer dependent upon the accumulation of scraps of different colors, sizes, and patterns in her scrap bag to create a specific pattern or design.  She could now repeat a pattern in a particular color of fabric to carry out a desired color scheme. Typically they were pieced together using squares, rectangles, and triangles. Later, with the invention of the locked stitch sewing machine, more fanciful designs were developed.  

During the Depression, feedbag prints became popular. As a promotional gimmick, the companies that sold products in cotton bags such as flour, sugar, and chick feed made these bags of printed fabrics. Being practical, women looked for the prettiest fabric, and made clothing from the feed sacks, using the left over scraps for quilts. 

We lost Mama on August 28, 2004, with fast moving lung cancer. When Christmas came around, we weren’t exactly prepared to find that she’d left each of us a present in her bedroom closet, all wrapped and ready to open … a finely pieced and stitched quilt.  Well, for almost everyone … mine was two pieced quilt tops because she didn’t have time to finish them before she got ill. And, yes, it’s crossed my mind that she may have deliberately given me the tops as her way of reminding me how many times I said, “I love to stitch, but hate to piece.”  The truth, knowing her, I’m surprised I didn’t get a box of quilt squares cut, penned and ready to piece together as payback for smart-mouthing her.  The quilt tops were the best Christmas present I have ever received in my life.

When my precious mother-in-law came to live with us for her final days, I finished stitching the Philadelphia Pavement during the hours Lola and I sat and talked.  She passed away August 26, 2008. After she left us, I took the finished quilt over to a seamstress and she added the name and birthday of my husband and me at one end, and at the other she stitched both of our mother’s and father’s names, birth dates and the dates they died.  Down each side are the names and birthdays of our two daughters and beside them are their children. Ironically, Mama had patterned in the exact number of blocks to include everyone.

I’ve been stitching on the other quilt top Texas Star for years, and I’m not sure I’ll ever finish.  I’ve never seen so many triangles in one pattern in my born days. I’m pleased to say that my oldest two teenage granddaughters have taken interest in quilting and so far we’ve worked together on a number of smaller projects.  Emma and I pieced and stitched a little boy quilt for her brother. Abigail, with the help of her mother, made me a lap quilt last Christmas, and they are both currently working on throw pillows … all in preparation for the “big” quilt!   Unless my fingers stay nibble enough to finish Texas Star, that might be their first major project.

I salute the generations of American women who, in spite of technological advances, took such pride to keep the art of quilting alive and preserved this rich heritage for us.  Do you have a favorite quilt or quilt story to share?

You can find a fascinating website with the timeline of quilting in America at

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43 thoughts on “The Lost Art of American Quilting”

  1. What a lovely post,my mother in law still quilts,an I my great grandmothers postage stamp quilt she had quilted back in the early 1900’s while raising 8 kids,it took her years to complete all by herself,its way over a 100 yrs old an still beautiful,this is a lost art for sure

  2. Love this post, Phyllis. While I do not quilt, I collect them. My sister and several friends are quilters. Quilting is often unappreciated. My relatives fought over the plastic dining room set and no one wanted the quilts in my great great aunts family! The ones dating from the 1800s. So I am going to bore you with a few of my favorite quilt stories.

    Best quilt present – my mother had my sister quilt the top that my mother’s mother and father’s grandmother worked on together when they lived on farms down the road from each other. Generations all together in the work!

    Best quilt surprise – went to an antique festival and found a nine patch for a reasonable price because it was in browns, greens and golds rather than reds and blues. When my sister inspected it when she got home, she gasped. I thought I had been taken but no. Stitched into the border was “Sarah, age 11, 1881”. The seller never even knew it was there. What a find.

    Favorite quilt- I have a quilt that is a turtle pattern. Very detailed. Turtles are a fave of mine and when I saw this, I had to have it. Did you know that turtle quilts were often done in the African American community? And the styles are often different as well, speaking to their experience.

    Most fought over quilt – the sunbonnet sue quilt that was on the day bed that we took turns sleeping on at my dad’s mother’s home. I got it though when the time came…being the eldest and all. I don’t care that it is raggedy!

    Thanks for letting me share…it is just such a wonderful art form. Glad someone else appreciates them as much as I do!

    Peace, Julie

  3. What a touching post, Phyllis. I discovered when I took a beginner’s course that I don’t have the infinite patience required for quilting, but I certainly admire those who do.

    A few years ago, I learned a song called ‘Tree of Life.” The lyrics consist entirely of the names of quilt patterns. To me, those names make poetry.

    Beggar’s Blocks, Blind Man’s Fancy
    Boston Corners, Beacon Light
    Broken Star and Buckeye Blossoms
    Blooming on the Tree of Life

    The Tree of Life
    Quilted by a lantern’s light
    Every stitch a leaf upon the tree of life
    Stitch away, sister, stitch away

    Wheel of Fortune, Indiana
    Sweet Wood Lily, the Tail of Benjamiin’s Kite
    Hovering Anders and Rosy Ramblers
    Living on the Tree of Life

    We are only known as someone’s mother
    Someone’s daughter, someone’s wife
    But with our hands and with our vision
    We make the patterns on the Tree of Life

    I’m sure your Texas Star will be finished one day. Stitch away, sister!

  4. Phyliss, I loved your stories of your mother and quilting. I love quilts. One I have that my grandmother made is in very bad shape and needs a professional to fix it. That wouldn’t be me, since I haven’t the foggiest notion of how to quilt–or the patience.

    I also have the one that was on my bed as a child, but somewhere along the line, someone put mismatched binding around the edge, and it’s not very attractive. I suspect it was my mother.

    Every time I buy a new spread for my bed, it’s a quilt. I use them to toss over the sofas and sometimes for a tablecloth.

    A few times when I’ve used a quilt in a story, I hear from readers who belong to the quilting association (can’t recall the name of it) thanking me for using quilts in my books. That’s always fun. I’ll be including one in my current book. After sowing her oats, the heroine comes home to find her mother dead. You gave me an idea: she finds a box of squares or something and wishes she’d been there to learn how to put them together…

    off to plot

  5. Vickie, what a lovely comment. I’m not familiar with that particular pattern, but am going to look it up. Sounds beautiful. Although, I think the art of quilting is on the decline, I certainly don’t believe the appreciation and love of quilting is. Thanks for stopping by.

  6. Oh Julia, not boring in the least! Thank you for sharing. I love the story about your grandparents and that quilt top, and I can only imagine how excited you were to find Sarah’s name and the date on the other quilt. You’ve got some wonderful stories. Quilts can certainly bring back memories. I’ve got my husband’s great-grandmother’s quilt and I’ve taken it to school for our little grands to sit on when they have DEAR day … drop everything and read day. It’s special for sure. Thanks for dropping by and sharing your stories. They made me start my day in a very special way…memories and love.

  7. Oh I love quilts and I really enjoyed this post.

    One year for Christmas, the wonderful lady who lived next door to us gave my sisters and me each quilts she had made. They were Depression era variations on star patterns in reds and blues and I treasure my quilt like no other Christmas gift I have ever received. Quilts were not so popular back then, and she was afraid we wouldn’t like them, but I think our reactions reassured her that we did!

    My other favorite quilt is a pastel wedding ring quilt my husband bought for me at an estate sale thirty years ago for $35.

    I can piece but not quilt. Hope to learn some day. Stories about quilting always appeal to me.

  8. What beautiful quilts and touching stories, Phyliss. My grandmother and mother both made quilts. Alas, I got the non-quilting gene from my dad’s side of the family. But I did inherit some lovely quilts. My favorite is the one I sleep under. It’s called a light and shadow pattern (similar to a log cabin but with light fabric on two sides of each block and dark on the other two sides). My grandmother pieced the top from scraps of cloth I recognize from my childhood. My mother quilted it years later. Such a nice, warm feeling, having it close.

  9. Oh, one more quilt story. When my dad passed away in 2006, a cousin who loves to quilt asked us for his old shirts. She cut up the shirts and pieced them together to make two small, beautiful quilts, one for me and one for my sister. We treasure them.

  10. Phyliss:

    Once when I worked for a lady whose mother was suffering from Alzeheimers, my boss would bring her mother to the office and let her quilt while we worked. Though Sally rarely remembered her own name, her precious hands remembered the stitches she had used for 70+ years to quilt. I look upon those poignant days and remember what peace it had given Sally in those moments. Because of that quilting has become a touch of heaven to me.

  11. My mother used my grandmother’s tattered and threadbare quilts to make each grandchild a stuffed teddy bear. Interesting tidbit about Log Cabin pattern is that half of the square is light fabric and the other half dark to represent the shadows and light in the log cabin, or that’s what my Maw used to tell me. Interesting post, Phyliss!

  12. Jennie, what a beautiful poem, the Tree of Life! I’m honored that you shared it with us today. Thank you so much. I’ve moved my “Texas Star” to the den, as a reminder that I need to work on it. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get it finished before my work on this earth is finished. Thanks so much for sharing. I love the poem and I’m adding it to my favorites for sure. Hugs, P

  13. Phyliss, I love your blog. There’s certainly an art to quilting. And they do more than look pretty. They can tell stories, preserve pieces of the past, and provide information. I know when slaves were traveling the Underground Railroad, they used quilt designs for road maps. They showed the slaves where to go to reach safety. I wish I knew how to quilt but it’s not something my mother ever passed on to me. And my grandmothers both died before I got a chance to know them. I do love quilts though and have one that was commercially made. Quilts can make the most simple beds look elegant.

    Lola sure gave you a gift that you’ll never be able to put a price on. How like her to keep her last quilts a secret not to be found until she passed on. She was a dear lady and I feel so fortunate to have known her.

  14. My grandmother died when I was 14 and she left me a Little Dutch Girl quilt top that she had made. Since I am not a skilled quilter, I had my sister-in-law quilt it for me. I treasure this quilt so much since it has my grandmother’t top and my sister- in-law has passed on since she quilted it for me.

  15. Quilting is one of the crafts that I have tried that I didn’t pursue. I made a few small pieces, but was not satisfied enough with my hand stitching. I have several quilts from my grandmother. Nothing fancy, just blocks that are tacked. There is one baby quilt in the antique cradle she gave me that is made of embroidered squares. I have picked up a couple at auction. One is a crazy quilt of brown velvet and satins. The other is mostly white with several rows of small scrap square. The pattern isn’t much, but the beauty of the piece is in the stitching. It is covered in beautiful designs. The stitches are tiny and even. I don’t think I could ever do anything as fine and lovely. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for me, no one else seemed to appreciate how nice a piece it was. I only paid $3 for it. Kind of a shame for such a lovely old piece.

    I have a friend that does lovely quilted pictures. Very fine, detailed work.

    This area has lots of quilters and there are two quilt shows with several days of workshops every year in our little town.

    Thanks for another interesting post. Best of luck with your projects and working with your daughters and granddaughters.

    Don’t enter me in the drawing. I already have the book and loved it. Whoever wins it is in for a treat.

  16. Wonderful post, love the history of quilting as I quilt – and am teaching my 11 year old granddaughter to do the same. Hope it catches on with her because it skipped a generation with my daughters who had no desire to learn to sew! Thanks for the chance to win the book – I have fallen in love with your site. Teri Dingler

  17. Enjoyed reading the comments. As a child, my mother made all of my dresses and she made a quilt block out of the leftover scraps. She used the Sunshine Girl pattern which was a girl in a bonnet watering a flower.
    My sister still quilts and does beautiful work-me, I would rather read!

  18. It’s one of those crafts that I always wanted to learn but unfortunately never did. I didn’t know anyone that knew how and was always intimidated seeing such lovely art. Had I lived in another time, I think I would have loved to have joined a sewing circle. Thanks for another enjoyable post!

  19. My grandma always talked about how much her mother quilted. I remember Grandma saying, “I never saw my mother sit down without something in her hands to work on.”
    There just was no idle time.
    I used to crochet a lot and it’s sort of a habit you get into. Just reaching for it in front of TV, picking it up and starting. It’s easy to get OUT of the habit, too. As I have, though I don’t watch much TV and what TV I do watch, I watch with a book in my hands instead of crocheting.
    So maybe that’s not EXACTLY idle.

  20. Cheryl, good luck on finding someone to restore your quilt. I’m bettin’ there’s places; especially, a shop that specializes in quilting. My grandson, who would kill me if he knew I was posting this, sucked on the edge of his baby quilt for so long that my daughter had to cut and reseam the edges from time to time. Ended up with what he called his “corners”. Bet it’s still around somewhere. I love the fact that you hear from the quilters about your books. In “Give me a Texan” my hero has his mother’s quilt in a trunk. He’s really upset when the heroine, who’s from Boston, messes with it. Later, they snuggle beneath the same quilt. Hum? I love to use quilts in books, seems just natural; and I love your scenerio of the scraps. Get back to plottin’, girl!

  21. Judi H, what a precious story about your neighbor’s Christmas present. That’s such a lovely gift, and so from the heart. I can’t even imagine the joy of receiving a wedding ring quilt from your hubby at any price, much less $35! You’ve got a jewel there…not just the quilt either. Thanks for sharing. Hugs, Phyliss

  22. What beautiful work! I can not recall anyone in my family making quilts… It must be wonderful taking time to choose the material and patterns… and knowing that all your heart and hard work make something that wonderful!

  23. Elizabeth, I love your story. There isn’t anything better than sleeping beneath a quilt. Lots of folks now days may not have inherited the quilting genes, but what they have is even more important, and that’s the appreciation and love for not only the quilts but the ladies (and men, I bet somewhere along the way) who proceeded us. I absolutely adore the idea of making quilts from old shirts. What a special gift!! Hugs, P

  24. DeWanna and Nat, thanks for dropping by. Both of your stories brought tears to my eyes. I can only imagine what the lady with Alzheimer’s was thinking as she worked along in her own precious world…so pleased with her accomplishments, I bet. What a great story. Nat, I love the idea of the children’s toys. I bet your boys love them still. I’ve had a couple of ladies mention today about the light and dark of the log cabin, I hadn’t thought about that, but it’s true. Mother did some of the variations; and as I found out from the research that all began when fabrics would be purchased in quantities and cheap enough to follow patterns. Love both of your comments. Hugs, Phyliss

  25. Oh, Phyliss, I absolutely got tears in my eyes reading about that Christmas after your mama died and the gifts she left behind. And what a sweet MIL you have, too. Terrific blessings in those women. I love this post. I do not quilt but have a quilt top left behind by my great grandmother, double-wedding ring. It’s all hand-stitched in perfect stitches. My mom recognizes some of the pieces from her childhood dresses.

    Someday I need to get it backed and quilted for good. Your post is now reminding me of that lovely task.

    Fabulous post today! oxoxox

  26. Linda, I didn’t know about the quilt designs being used for road maps on the Underground Railroad. Absolutely a fascinating piece of history. Thanks for the nice compliment about Mama. I have to share this tidbit with everyone. I hadn’t been writing long when I met Linda Broday and my mother had her picture made with Linda at a booksigning. During Mother’s final days, she only had one picture on her bedside table. Visitors would always ask which daughter was in the picture, and she’d respond, “That’s my friend the author.” I’ve smiled many many times about that. She also went to a booksigning for one of our local authors who had moved from historical romances to werewolf novels. When Rhonda, who has now passed too, asked how she liked her new book, Mother told her she didn’t like it a bit, it was nothing but a piece of you know what…and she didn’t mince words either. Thanks Linda, for the memories. Mama would sure be happy that I’m writing books with you, but she’d probably still show people your picture instead of mine! Hugs, P

  27. CrystalGB, Little Dutch Girl is a lovely pattern. I know it means so much to you. Enjoy and treasure it. Patricia, I love tacked quilts, too. I just love quilts. It truly amazes me when I go to estate and garage sales and see what people put out to sell for pennies on the dollar. I dabbled into antiques for a while, and glass was the thing I loved and still do. And, I’m thrilled you enjoyed “Give Me a Texas Ranger”. We loved writing it. And FYI, we’ll have “Give Me a Texas Outlaw” out late next spring and we’re working on deadline for a Christmas anthology with the same four authors. I’ve seen quilted pictures, but never done one. Mother did some wall hangings, which were beautiful. I have one that I’ve used for a lap quilt for so many years that the batting is showing through the squares. Lots of cotton fabric was used, so it’s breaking down with age. I hate it, but probably won’t throw it away until it totally disintegrates in my lap. Thanks for sharing your stories, CrystalGB and Patricia. Hugs, P

  28. I learned to quilt from my Grandmother too…and in the late 80s used to teach quilt classes. I find it a little disappointing how few people really appreciate a beautiful quilt. When my grandmother died, I rescued a quilt she had pieced with some of the other teenage girls at her church in 1933. it was a friendship quilt and all their names are embroidered on the center of the churn dash square. One of my aunts had thrown it into the garbage pile as they cleaned out Grandma’s house. She thought I was crazy for wanting a ‘blanket’, as she called it, with holes in it. You know I don’t like that aunt to this day……

  29. Hi Teri, congrats for teaching your granddaughter to sew. Another lost art. We’re glad to have you here at P&P. I thought we have some pretty dern special readers, writers and visitors … among them yourself. Joye, I’ve seen the Sunshine Girl pattern but didn’t know the name until you described it. Catslady, thanks for dropping in today for a visit. I bet you’d been a great quilter, if you’d lived a hundred or so years ago. Appreciation of any art form is just as important as doing it, I believe. Hugs, P

  30. Phyliss,
    I love this post. I have always wanted to learn to quilt but never have taken the time to do it. My mom knew how, and like your mom, I received a quilt top from her–but in the big squares–I will still need to put them together although the small piecing is already done. I am fascinated by quilts, but I don’t own very many, only a couple of old ones. Thanks so much for this post–I really did enjoy it, and love the personal memories you added. Very touching, and heartfelt.
    Cheryl P.

  31. Oh Phyliss, I love this post! Quilts have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I grew up in the New Orleans area, and when I was younger we weathered a number of hurricanes. One of my earliest memories is of my family huddled in the hall by the light of battery operated lanterns listening to the wind howl. My mother calmed us by taking an old crazy quilt stitched by her grandmother and making a game of having us find particular patches in it. My sister and I argue to this day over who will eventually inherit that old tattered scrap of a quilt

    I’ve made one quilt in my life, self taught. It was a grandmother’s flower garden pattern and it took me several years to complete. When it was done I gave it to my own mother as a mother’s day gift.

  32. I always enjoy looking at quilts that people have in their family. I have meant to try quilting the past couple of years but have yet to put the time into it. Maybe this will be the winter I do.

  33. I took up quilting after I retired from many years of teaching Sewing and other Home Economics courses. I still take classes and am learning something new with each quilt I make.I have too many favorite patterns to single out just one…they are all my “babies” while I’m working on them. I admire any woman who takes bits of fabric and creates something of beauty.

  34. Mary, I’m like you. Generally, if I’m sitting, I have something in my hand. I’ve run the whole gamut of handcrafts. Crochet, which I never did all that well, embroidery, which I more or less conquered, and knitting which I wasn’t all that good at. I could get by with making some things like trim for a pillow case, but never caught onto dainty things like dollies. Reading certainly qualifies as working with your hands.

    Tanya, thanks for the nice words. I love the fact that you have a quilt where your mama remembers having dresses out of the material. Of course, that was a common thing to do, particularly with some of the patterns. We went to the National Cowboy Symposium a few weeks ago and one of the event was a luncheon where they had a 1800’s fashion show. Awesome experience. One thing we learned, it wasn’t uncommon for the women to make curtains, bedcovers, dresses for them and the kids all out of the same bolt of cloth, if they were fortunate to be able to get that much fabric at any given time. I can just see a hero sitting in a parlor with the heroine and realizing everything around him was of the same pattern!

    And, Cheryl P. you’ll find it a labor of love when you get your quilt finished. Be glad it’s big squares because as I mentioned something like the Texas Star, which of course has a zillion other names, is very tedious. Hugs to all of you ladies, P

  35. Minna, I think that’s cool to make rugs out of old clothing. I’ve heard about it, but don’t really know how it’s done. Really cool craft.

    Winnie, I’m so impressed with Grandma’s Flower Garden…that’s a tough one; and then to give it to your mother. What a beautiful gift. You may have to do like I did with my girls. We have a family picture that they both want. It’s really big and my DH’s father won it at the fair 70 years or so ago and brought it home on the bus. I told the girls that unless they can decide who gets the picture they have to alternate years of possession. Kathy is the oldest, so she goes firt, then Jennifer.

    Maureen I hope this is your year for quilting. Thanks for stopping by.

    Jackie W, how wonderful. I loved home ec (mainly because we could sub it for P.E. and I was basically lazy). Did you know that Jodi Thomas was a homemaking teacher for a lot of years? Continued during her early years in writing, but eventually had to quit because of her “new” career. Hats off to you. Homemaking is such an important part of education. Enjoy quilting. Hugs, P

  36. I do piece quilts, but I don’t like to quilt them. My sister has a quilting machine and I let her do the quilting on them. I love to make baby quilts in the Lone Star quilt patern. They are very difficult to do but that is what I enjoy. Don’t enter me for the book because i have read it and really enjoyed it.

  37. Hi Quilt Lady. You’re a woman after my heart … like I said, I don’t like to piece them, but love to do the stitching. The Lone Star is beautiful, but I’d image just from looking at it that it’s much harder than the Texas Star. My biggest problem with Texas Star is that I have so many threads going at one time the way it fans out because I use a big lap size hoop. Thanks for stopping in, and we truly thank you for your kind words about our book. Glad you enjoyed it. Hugs.

  38. Sorry this is so late I was piecing for another quilt.
    Phyliss I love your touching story it gave me goose bumps. I have a couple quilts that my grandmother one that is in bad shape and I will be working on fixing it and when I am sick I cuddle up with it so it got lots of use last year. It is called Grandmothers Flower Garden didn’t know that one.
    I have started doing quilts and finished a couple of them and have about 50 going at once. I hate cutting out my squares out, so I guess you could say the piecing I have done some interesting things sometimes with the blocks and you can make something new.
    I love the idea of making a t-shirt quilt that is something I have been wanting to do but I am thinking not until after Christmas.
    One thing I have notices most people take them in to have them machine quilted. I have only seen one person really hand quilting one. I have asked several people at our guild and they said they don’t really hand do them anymore.

  39. Oh, I would love love to quilt. Can’t sew a lick though. Don’t have a sewing maching either and don’t really have room for it. I’ve thought about just getting a few squares and trying it by hand, but not sure how to start. The books on quilting I’ve looked at seem over my head. Thanks for the great pictures too.

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