Quilting
Like many of you, I come from a long line of women who worked with fiber with those traditions being passed down through time. (I think that is one of the things that I find so moving.) My grandmother, Edith, was an old fashioned quilter using scraps of fabric and flour sacks to make quilts. Her daughter, my mother, made clothes but was not a quilter. Her interests ran to needlework and knitting. On my father's side, I had a grandmother who was a tatter and did stunning cutwork and an uncle who owned a Swiss lace factory. Me loving fiber arts was predetermined!
I have always been drawn to the interplay of color and design especially those designs that fool the eye. The elemental layers of a quilt are something that I never tire of studying.
Color draws the eye.
Quilting draws the hand.
The smile that follows is proof that a soul has been touched.
I have always been drawn to the interplay of color and design especially those designs that fool the eye. The elemental layers of a quilt are something that I never tire of studying.
Color draws the eye.
Quilting draws the hand.
The smile that follows is proof that a soul has been touched.
