Some of my earliest memories are of my grandmothers making quilts. My Granny (Daddy's mom) was just about the most important person in my childhood. She is my hero, I think. I keep two photos of her in my sewing room. When I was very small, I remember working the treadle for her while she sewed on the old Singer.
This is a long introduction to the "Wow" part. I just found out my cousin has Granny's old trunk and in it are two quilt tops that Granny made but never quilted. My dear, sweet and wonderful cousin is sending on to me. I am going to quilt it and put it on my bed and never, ever take it off.
I slept under a quilt Granny made for me for years and years. All through my childhood. She used one of my Pawpaw's blankets for the backing. So soft. That quilt fell to pieces in the washing machine back when my youngest son (almost 19) was a baby. I cried all day.
Now, I will once again sleep under a quilt top made by my beloved Granny. And better, I get to make it "with" her. This feels magical to me.
I have photos of the two quilt tops, but don't know which my cousin will send. Neither is a true pattern, just strips and squares of fabric stitched together to make something to keep a body warm in the night. I can't wait.
Sunny