Patchwork...

I’ve always loved quilts. They are warm, and homely (in a good way), and colorful – and the fabrics in them can evoke such special memories…

This is my baby quilt. Right now it’s hanging over a rocking chair in my office. I can actually remember being covered by this quilt when I was a wee one.



These are patches from a “Sunbonnet Girls” quilt. My mother had one that was always on the spare bed in our house. It eventually wore out – but a few years ago, she made another one for me. The patches are made from old clothes I used to have, which she embroidered onto the backing.




This is a lap quilt made by my friend, Dee. It hangs on the back of my desk chair, and sometimes and wear it around me to keep me warm while I’m working.



This isn’t really a quilt picture, although there is a quilt in it. This is Hoover, my lab, in her favorite place to sit during the day. The quilt in the background isn’t old, but it covers a doll bed my grandfather made.



I like to think of patchwork quilts as a metaphor for life – colorful, sometimes worn, bits and pieces from all over, that together, make a beautiful whole…