Watching other quilters piece together their blocks by hand fascinated me: how are they so patient? It must take forever! But when I touched a hand-pieced quilt it felt so wonderful-----its softness uninhibited by the machine's control. And a quilt hand pieced and hand-quilted? Absolutely heaven.
I'm digging into my scrap bag and the strips of color to piece together a lap quilt. I'm imagining bold colors similar to the Gee's Bend wonders I've been reading about.
After seeing a friend take-along her hand piecing quilt project, I decided to try this myself----I love projects I can take with me.
Amazing how quickly my hands sew the pieces together. And the hand piecing is so peaceful----sitting with my kids and listening to a book on CD----compared to sitting by myself at the sewing machine.
I think about some of the stories within the Gee's Bend book I'm reading----how quilts were a part of their lives, leading to generations of quilt makers. Not only were the quilts used for warmth, but their children probably watched the whole process-----Mom cutting up your old clothes, piecing your old clothes together, her hand pressing the needle and thread in and out of your old clothes.
One of the women mentions her preference for old clothes and re-purposed fabric for her quilts, even though she now can afford new. That old fabric has a story to tell.
Though I'm using primarily new fabric for this quilt, I'm sure it will have stories to tell, too. Of Mom piecing it together by hand while sitting on the bed with her children---the colors all combining into something both beautiful and cozy. And who knows, I might cut up some old clothes for this one, too...