...if there was one, and there were quilt police, I would be behind bars with absolutely no chance for parole. You're wondering what this picture has to do with quilt jail, read on... you'll see. The first quilt I ever owned was a gift from my great-grandmother. She made two, nearly identical, quilts; one for me and one for my sister. They were (
if memory serves, and that's a big "if") pieced from some sort of a combination Rail Fence/ Log Cabin pattern of irregular strips and tied, not quilted, so I suppose they weren't even quilts at all, in the truest sense. I took mine with me when I went away to college, it was the perfect thing to lie upon when sunbathing. As if it isn't bad enough to think about how much baby oil that quilt absorbed, think of this: I would "lay out" on a flat roof covered with asphalt shingles that my friends and I could access through a bathroom window in our freshman dorm. You can only imagine how badly destroyed that quilt became; I threw it away. Oh yeah, and then there was my skin... well, what can I say? It was 1971. Lock me up, throw away the key; I deserve it. The memory of that stained and abused quilt haunts me, even after all these years. I plan to recreate it, for Grandma; think of it as a long-overdue act of retribution.
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EQ Design for 2014 "Grandma's Gift ~ A Recreation" 45" X 63"
This could be subtitled: "Behind Bars" |
Life is Good!
9 comments:
Actually, I think your great-grandmother would be thrilled to know that you loved your quilt enough to use it up and wear it out . . . and that you had enough sense to let the object go when the time came (keeping, of course, the memories).
Don't you still love the smell of baby oil?
I'd say you've been rehabilitated so there's no need to lock you up. I think you've definitely paid your debt and will continue to do so because that's who you are. 😃
Life lesson learned!
And if you are in quilt jail, does that mean there really are quilt police? : )
Hi there, You weren't the only one who laid out in the hot sun; if I wasn't laying by our pool-covered in oil for at least 4-6 hrs a day(what can I say), I was water skiing for the entire day. I not only tanned but got lots of bad burns with blisters. My skin sure shows it; of course then there was the late 80's when I went to a tanning salon for a few months. I will admit that I still like a tan and although I use sunblock, I will still sit outside and read.
We silly Americans!
Have a great day.
Hugs, Noreen
i'd be right in there with you i'm afraid....i had a quilt given to me, made by my great-grandmother...it was tied. one day i got sent to my room for something (as a punishment) and started to pull out the little ties and before long had most of them pulled out...mom washed it and of course it fell apart so it got tossed, not knowing how to rescue it....so i am guilty too...and i feel guilty too...
I agree with the other comments. Your great-grandma would be happy it was used. She would also be happy if she knew about your quilting now! You area carrying on a tradition. As far as is possible to tell from the photos, your skin looks like it survived sunbaking very well! I never sun-baked much in the 70s, I used to just burn. Too painful. I was very unfashionably pale during those years!
Now that's just sweet!
How wonderful ...can't wait to see it !!!! I, too, used baby oil but I always had a great tan...and wanted to look just like Allie McGraw with her white shorts and navy t shirt too !!!!!
I'm sure your great grandmother would be thrilled that you want to recreate her quilt. If only we knew then what we know now....:-)
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