Reposted from 1/14/13
Since then, years have passed, my daughter has grown older, and she now maintains an Instagram of her own artwork!
Update: City Quilter will be closing its brick and mortar store on 10/26/16.)
A full decade (and lots of hand-stitching) after I began this project, I took a picture of a quilt I have completed. I took this picture at Christmas, looking up at the front porch, outside, while visiting my in-laws home (in the background), since, where the heck do you hang and photograph a 6'x6' quilt in New York City apartment? At the time of this photograph, the quilting was finished, and only binding remained to be done. Completely hand-pieced, hand-sewn, and hand-quilted, I often questioned my own sanity, but ultimately, I feel the satisfaction of really calling it "finished".
With this post, I specifically want to highlight the incredible difficulty of finding just the right fabrics and colors to make this quilt. I spent a solid two months looking for the right fabrics back then, venturing out to many stores to get the combination of colors I needed. Nowadays, there is a much closer option... City Quilter. While not in the garment district, it is energetically walkable, taxiable... subwayable. For my next quilt... and yes, there will be a next... that will be my destination.
This quilt is a fabric interpretation of a painting my sister created when I was little (1976). It is called "Family". My goal was to make a quilt with no machine stitching anywhere at all. I envision "speaking" to the great-granchildren I may never meet through my own hand-stiching. Please feel more than free to love it, hate it, not understand it. It's not for display, sale, or art... just love. Our family will be sleeping under it.
|Hanging kinda crooked - I was cold and impatient while taking this picture!|
My 11 year-old daughter wrote many test essays during her test practice sessions for an entrance exam she just took for a specialized school. This particular topic in her prep notebook: "Someone Who Makes a Difference in My Life". I happened to take a look at it one day, and saw this...