The other day my sister came up to me and asked where we kept all the old photos of us as children. She’s a senior in high school this year and wanted to find a baby picture of herself to submit to the yearbook. So we pulled out her photo box and sifted through all the old pictures of us as children. After she found one she liked and we were finished perusing through her box, we set our sites on mine…just for fun. In there we came across a couple pictures that
you’ll probably use as blackmail on me someday I just had to share with all of you.
They’re of lil’ ol’ me, making my very first quilt! Take a look…
Every year my family would go up to my paternal grandparent’s house up in Grass Valley, CA and I’d watch my grandmother sew away in her sewing room. She would show me all her projects she was working on and let me rearrange her blocks on her design wall. And when she thought I was old enough (and probably patient enough…) she taught me how to make my very first quilt.
She would sit me down at her old Bernina in her big, open sewing room and hand me pieces of fabric to sew together. Now that I think about it, I don’t have any memories of cutting fabric when I was younger. I just remember her handing me the next piece — pinned and facing the right direction to be fed through the machine. Every day we’d have a couple hour-long quilting sessions and by the end of the few days visiting, I’d have something that looked like this quilt. I’m pretty sure she was responsible for assembling the whole thing together in the end as well…because I have no memories of that either. Haha! But the memories of sewing blocks together were fond ones. Look how proud I look with my very first quilt top! :)
These pictures were taken in 1995 according to my mother’s handwritten notes on the back. I was just 8 years old. (And a very awkward looking 8 year old at that! Haha!)
Today, my grandparents have moved to a smaller house near Sacramento. I continued to learn to sew from her over the years, creating several more quilts with her assistance. These days, her back and knee pain have made it nearly impossible to sew anymore. She’s moved on to crocheting which I believe she enjoys just as much. I cherish the memories of those years when I was young and still learning the craft. I’m happy to have learned so much about quilting from her then and so very proud that I can carry this wonderful tradition on and share it with so many others.
I literally have been sewing since my foot could reach the pedal of her machine. And I didn’t know it then…but the passion for this
hobby lifestyle was born inside of me those few days visiting my grandmother and making my very first quilt.
And what a passion it has become…