I've been thinking a lot about this old quilt of mine. It's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, draped across my single bed and strewn over chairs to make forts when I was a child. Sloppily thrown over the back of the futon in my first apartment... and more recently tucked sweetly around my oldest daughter while she sleeps and wrapped around all of us when we're cuddled on the couch. This old quilt has been around I tell ya.
I've been thinking about this amazing piece of patchwork history more and more these days. You see, she is beginning to show her age in spots, and there are times when I wonder if I should pack her away to preserve what's left of her.
She is a completely handstitched piece of magic. Seriously, not one bit of machine sewing can be found here. I can't imagine how many nights of slow stitching went into this...how many tiny bits of fabric were cut from old dresses and shirts... how many stories could be told just by following the quilting lines.
I would love to share more about this quilt with you in the coming weeks. More about it's history and the woman behind it. I am also really excited to document some of the handsewing I plan on doing ...just this old quilt & I.