Learning to sew was special. My mom sewed everything and was the reason I fell in love with sewing. My three sisters and I always had those special matching dresses for the important holidays, Easter in particular. And then there was the plane ride when was 8 or so. We matched then too. In my mother’s defense, I think it was easier for her to stick to one pattern/fabric and also to keep track of us when we were all dressed the same. My brother got to wear his own special store-bought clothes for these occasions. He was the youngest, so he always got the good stuff! The five of us were quite the group.
While I knew what a quilt was (Sunbonnet Sue graced my bed at age 5), I didn’t really know what “quilting” was until the early ’80s. In 1983, a friend from work asked me to take a class with her at a quilt shop down the street from her house. I said yes, and that was that. I loved it. Templates and hand piecing. The class was at Glad Creations Quilt Shop in Minneapolis.
My hand pieced quilt is pictured below, note the safety pins still intact – I can testify that brass pins leave no marks, these have been in place since 1983. I’m not ashamed to say that this quilt is not finished and it actually hung on the wall in my living room for a while back in the day. Not one person noticed the pins.
The next class I took at Glads involved a newish tool called a rotary cutter. That sealed the deal, the rest is history! What’s your sewing story?
Wait, there’s more!
Something special is coming up after the Holidays… sign up for the Frosty Friends list for more information. It involves Snowmen, a new pattern (with presale) and a sew along!