Quality Time Spent with a Quilt
Have you ever looked at a quilt and wondered about its representation? I love quilts — especially old ones. Some hang on walls, perhaps a family heirloom handcrafted by an ancestor three generations back. Their patterns invite us to take a deeper look. Stitches spaced between perfectly arranged shapes connect one memory, one moment, one family member to another. The stories told around quilting frames are absorbed into the fabric. Laughter over memories where smiles echo in the shape of fluffy clouds. Tears shed in remembrance of a relative who passed too soon. Secrets shared. Gossip about neighbors. Names placed on prayer lists. Recipes exchanged. All of these things are poured into the seams. Batting sewn between the front and back goes unseen, holding all of this information like archives in a family library. The finished product becomes the family crest — not the kind you see on a genealogy chart. This family crest holds the joys, triumphs, birthdays, funerals, marriages, gradua...