... making quilts there was no other way to quilt than by hand. After a few years of quilting in a hoop Mr. Goodneedle lovingly crafted me a floor frame which became a permanent piece of furniture in our home through the mid 1990's. Suffice it to say, this trusty scroll style frame hasn't seen much use in the last few decades. This week the borders went on the Centennial Quilts and I went ahead and prepared the first one for hand quilting (by them, this was their choice!) by thread basting the layers together, I fell immediately into that old, familiar, rhythm of the running stitch; I'd all but forgotten how peaceful this process was. Once the basting was complete I worried that I might not even remember how to properly load the quilt sandwich onto the frame for hand quilting; so, decided to give my memory a quick workout. I was relieved to discover that my worries were unfounded, loading the quilt was like riding a bike; some experiences are ingrained. I'm not old, I've simply lived long enough to accumulate a vast cache of skills; they come in handy every so often. Today these quilts will be passed on to, and remain in, the capable hands of the church's members! I can collect my frame when they're finished; there's no rush, it was only standing idle in the closet, but at least I'm happy knowing that if, and when, that time comes I can load 'er up...
just like when I started out!
Who's that peeking out from under the quilt?
Life is Good!
