Last week I mentioned that I had been doing a lot of sewing, but I couldn’t tell you about it yet.
Well, now I can!
My mom used to sew a lot. She wore out two motors in her sewing machine. She used to make most of my clothes. She made sock animals, pound puppy replicas, and dolls. In the last few years, these things became too complicated, so she sewed scraps together for quilts. She’d throw any fabrics she could find together–cottons, denims, flannels, knits, curtains.
At first, she’d put the quilts together and tie them, then donate the quilt to a charity. Eventually that became too much work as well. The completed quilt tops were folded up and stuck in a box. Or boxes as we were to discover.
My sister had an idea that we should have a girls’ day to put these quilts together. Then my niece became engaged and we had a perfect venue for a girls’ day. (A niece I might add that was a flower girl in my wedding. How old does that make me feel?)
My sister brought me eight quilt tops of various sizes that she thought we could do something with. Each top was a different size and shape, a couple were all cotton, two were a light velour, and two were a mixture of denim, flannel, and curtains.
And sew the figuring and sewing began. There was lots of measuring and trying to figure out how to put the pieces together. At times it was easy. The cotton quilts laid mostly flat and were relatively rectangular. Other times it was difficult. The denim quilt tops were concave and bunchy.
But we were able to pull it all together and come up with the following:
I thought I was done with this project. I was out of quilt tops.
Then my sister found another box!! I was so excited. I dug through the box enthusiastically, dreaming about the possibilities. I made six more bags.
The bag on the right in the picture above was one of the first. My mom topstitched all her seams with zigzagging, usually in a contrasting color. I started experimenting with a gold thread and fancy stitching running diagonally across the bag. The fun part is that since the squares aren’t square, I can make the stitching go in whatever direction I want.
The rest of the bags:
I had a blast doing these. And I have a whole box of quilt tops in various stages of completion to delve into.
That isn’t where the creativity ended at this shower. My sister has a tradition of creating a “bride” as her gift. Each piece that goes into the bride must be useful for something else.
There was one more bag, that made us all laugh until tears ran down our faces, but I forgot to take a picture of it and it would be too embarrassing for my mom. Let’s just say she saves EVERY PIECE of fabric and now my sister has a new bag for her clothespins.