On Tuesday I host this little carnival to share and to see the treasures we all have. If you would like to join in, grab the logo and leave a comment. We will come and visit your treasures.
This week I will share a treasure that I do not own.
This quilt was hand pieced by my great grandmother Cynthia. She made it for my mom as a high school graduation gift. She only did the pieced squares. My grandma Ella set those pieces into a quilt top for my mom, but gave it to her to finish. My mom has no real love of hand work and she was about to toss the whole thing some years ago. That is when I took over.
I quilted it and finsihed the edges. I didn't do anything fancy because it was the very first (and only) full sized quilt I ever worked on. I do a lot of baby quilts, but never anything this big for hand quilting. It took me two years to quilt it. Then I returned it to my mother. She washes it in the machine and has about ruined it several times, but when I say I will take it back and work on it again, she mends it and keeps it. I think she knows that the next time I take that thing, I am not giving it back to her.
When I worked on it I felt such a connection to my great grandma and grandma who loved to do hand work just like I do. To my mom, it is a pretty piece and something that people exclaim over, but I don't think she is as sentimental about it as I am. I will let her keep it for now. Because she is 88, the odds are that I will out live her and get it back someday. But I am not anxious for that day to come. She can keep it for now. And some sad day it will be mine again.