President’s Message, April 2018

President’s Message, April 2018

Anyone else here spend way too much time online? I belong to a number of quilt groups on Facebook, and can get completely lost in scrolling through the gorgeous pictures and adding lots of stuff – more than I can make in a lifetime! – to my personal “ideas” files. But in addition to the pictures, there are sometimes discussions, and one that crops up over and over is the difficulty some people have in finding “in person” guilds where they feel welcome. They share horror stories about joining guilds where the cliques are so fixed that no outsider could possibly make inroads, or where their quilts are mocked and criticized by the dreaded “Quilt Police.” I read these accounts, shudder, and thank my lucky stars that I’ve never belonged to a guild like that.

I joined my first guild (in Michigan) in the early 90s, just a few years after I began quilting. This group was home to a couple of Big Name quilters, and it’s a good thing I didn’t know that at first or I probably would never have dared to join. My advanced-beginner work got the same applause at Show and Tell as everyone else’s, and no one laughed when I entered a piece in the guild’s show, despite my distressingly wavy borders. (And I learned that Big Name quilters are pretty much just like the rest of us, and not to be feared after all.)

When I moved to Maine, I soon found another guild. This one was a state guild, broken down into about 70 local “chapters.” Most chapters meet monthly, and there are three guild-wide meetings per year, plus the big guild show every July. I started volunteering at the show as a way to meet more people, and eventually ended up chairing the show’s Judged Division. I suppose it’s possible that, somewhere among the guild’s 2,000+ members, there are some who are less than welcoming and kind (quilters are, after all, human), but I’m pleased to say that I’ve never come across them.

When I moved out to California, it wasn’t long before I missed communing with my kind and went in search of a local guild. A few years ago I saw an ad for the WFQG Yard Sale, showed up that evening, and essentially never left. Everyone I spoke to was friendly, and everyone was there because of a shared love of quilts and quilting. Again, I found that volunteering was a terrific way to meet new people in the guild: when Terry asked me to become the “guest hostess,” I agreed, and when the guild needed a new newsletter editor, I signed on for that too. Of course, there are plenty of other ways for people to become more involved in the guild without joining the board – between small groups, challenges, retreats, and special projects like this year’s Round Robin, everyone can be as active as she/he wants to be! I love that our membership runs the gamut from brand new quilters to quilt professionals, and I hope that each of you knows how much your presence is valued – WFQG wouldn’t be the awesome group it is without you.

I’m so grateful that in my almost-30 years as a quilter, I’ve been lucky enough to find myself part of three amazing guilds that helped me to grow, both as a quilter and as a person, and I really wish I could convince some of those online quilters that it is possible to find in-person guilds that are not dominated by “mean girls.” Maybe I should just invite them all to move to California and join us!

See you at the meeting,

Pam

President’s Message, March 2018

President’s Message, March 2018

I received an email from Road to California a few days ago, inviting me to participate in a survey about the quilt industry. (One of their goals in holding the guild attendance challenge this year was to build their email list, so if you attended the show and signed in as a guild member, chances are good you received this email too.) Some of the questions were pretty straightforward: What age group were you in when you started quilting? Which of these national/international shows have you attended in the past year? Which of these national/international shows do you plan to attend in the next 5 years? (Okay, I fudged a little on that one. Hey, a girl can dream, right?) Some of them were harder: what is the financial value of all the quilting supplies you own, including machines/fabric/tools/notions? (Seriously, ARE there actually people out there who know exactly how much fabric they have in their stash, and can put an accurate dollar amount on it? I suppose anything’s possible, but I certainly don’t…)

And then there were the truly impossible: the questions asking about what kind of quilts you make and/or admire – but limiting you to only TWO selections from the answer list. You may have heard wailing and gnashing of teeth as I tried to decide which choices to eliminate. Because the truth is that I am a quilting omnivore. Possibly even a quilting gourmand. I have no restraint. I love them all.

The first quilt class I took taught traditional hand piecing, back in the olden days when everyone thought rotary cutters were just a fad. And from the very beginning, I was hooked. I picked star blocks for my four-block sampler class project, and one of them was Carpenter’s Wheel, because no one told me that beginners shouldn’t try a block that had 60 pieces and all those bias edges. I still love weird shapes and lots of little pieces, which may help explain why it takes me so long to actually finish anything.

A year or two later, I decided to give appliqué a try. If you were to ask me when I’m not actively working on an appliqué project, I’ll tell you that I really prefer piecing—but every time I find myself appliquéing something, I remember how much I do love it! And with so many different ways to appliqué—needle turn, back-basting, freezer paper on top, freezer paper underneath, reverse-appliqué, and on and on—no one could ever possibly get bored with it.

Then there are whole cloth quilts. Most quilts rely on a combination of construction, color, and quilting to impress a viewer. A whole cloth quilt, though, has to do all that work with just the quilting design. Well, mostly with the quilting design. Some of them do involve a lot of color—go check out the International Quilt Study Center’s “Quilt of the Month” (http://www.quiltstudy.org/about/quilt_of_the_month/) if you don’t believe me.

Much as I love traditional quilts, I also adore modern ones—the combination of crisp geometric motifs, wide expanses of negative space, and solid fabrics has an undeniable appeal. My first attempts at improvisational piecing caused a bit of stress to my precision-piecing self, but now that I’ve tried it a few times, I have to admit it’s occasionally fun to throw concerns about sharp points and matched seams to the winds!

I guess I could maybe draw a line at art quilts. I am reasonably sure I’ll never make one; I can’t create recognizable images with pencils or crayons or paint, so I don’t imagine I could do any better with fabric! Then again, I probably couldn’t eliminate them from the list either, because I do admire them, and marvel at the people whose skills and artistry are so different from my own.

So I can’t understand how the survey-writers expected us to narrow our choices down to just two! I really don’t remember how I ended up answering those questions—but the only way I could have answered honestly is if the options had included “all of the above”!

See you at the meeting,

Pam

President’s Message, February 2018

President’s Message, February 2018

One of my favorite items in McCall’s Quilting magazine is the monthly Q&A column, where editors answer questions posed by readers. Since being a full-time grad student with multiple part-time jobs doesn’t leave a whole lot of extra time, it was only recently that I was catching up with the Nov/Dec issue, in which the question was “Why do you quilt?” Almost simultaneously, a “get your work out there” challenge I signed up for in a creative professionals’ group (hashtagged – is that even a word? – below) asked, on its first day, “Why do you create?” Given that there are no coincidences, it seems the universe really wants me to think about this question!

Growing up, I didn’t self-identify as “artistic”; while my early school years required everyone to take art classes, I never showed any particular aptitude for it, and so it might have ended were it not for a particularly obnoxious high school guidance counselor. Beginning in ninth grade, students were allowed to choose some elective classes, and so at the end of eighth grade we had class meetings about how to make our selections. The only thing I now remember about those sessions was the guidance counselor telling us that all the girls should take typing. Now, if he had said everyone should take typing, I might have thought “Good idea, it’s a useful skill”—but even in the mid-1970s I was a fire-breathing feminist; when he limited typing to a skill set that only girls needed to have, my response was to say “Um, no,” and sign up for art instead. So one of the first reasons I chose to make art was, I suppose, as an act of rebellion against a society that wanted to define my roles for me. (Turns out this is not an unusual motivation for people who make art, so I guess I ended up stereotyped after all. Alas.)

I came to quilting much later. While I did do various types of needlework in my early years, there was unfortunately no tradition of quilting in my family. I stumbled onto it during grad school (round one), and started collecting quilting magazines; I finally took my first class a few years later when I was stationed at Fort Dix, NJ (a couple of colleagues’ wives found out I was interested and signed me up for a local adult ed. class). The year was 1989, when the quilting world was scandalized by a machine-quilted AQS show winner, and our instructor was convinced that rotary cutters were just a fad that would never last. Almost thirty years later (yikes!) I’m still at it—which makes this the longest-lived of my artistic ventures.

Why have I stuck with quilting for so much longer than any other form of art? I think the answer is closely related to the rebellion that led me to take that high school elective. Quilting has allowed me a freedom of expression that no other needle art has. In that first quilting class, our final project was a four-block sampler, where the choice of blocks and colors was entirely up to each student—a far cry from my cross stitch and needlepoint patterns that made every design choice for me. Of course I sometimes use other people’s patterns, but early on I also fell in love with making up my own. Most of them are still fairly traditional, but the block and fabric choices are all up to me, and it’s impossible to get bored when the options are almost endless!

So there it is: it seems that rebellion and the pursuit of freedom turned me into the quilter that I am today. (And some people think quilters aren’t radical…)

See you at the meeting,

Pam

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President’s Message, January 2018

President’s Message, January 2018

Greetings, and Happy New Year to all of you! The new year brings some new faces on the Board—or, in some cases, some existing (I don’t want to say “old”) faces in some new roles. In keeping with this year’s Round Robin challenge, three of us simply passed our previous Board positions to each other: I passed the job of Newsletter Editor to Carol Simpson, Carol passed Treasurer to Terry Simon, and Terry passed President to me! She assured me that being President didn’t involve much—I just had to sit back and let everyone else around me do the work. So far I think the hardest part is going to be writing the monthly President’s column for the newsletter—Terry’s were always hilarious, and she’s going to be a hard act to follow.

For those of you who don’t know me yet, a brief introduction: I am really a Mainer, but came out to California six years ago because I thought that going back to school at fifty would be a good idea. (The jury’s still out on that. Ask me again after I graduate.) Back in the spring of 2014 I had finished a big class presentation and decided I needed to do something “quilty” to de-stress; I found an announcement online about the WFQG yard sale, came to pet the fabric and commune with my kind, and never left. I’m working on a degree in Hebrew Bible/Old Testament at Claremont School of Theology, and hope to be a teacher when I grow up. Actually, I’ve heard it said that if you haven’t grown up by the time you turn 50, you don’t have to, which is a relief—but at some point I do need to finish qualifying exams and a dissertation, and find a job. After all, I have a fabric habit to support. My quilting friends back in Maine refuse to believe that I chose the school based on the faculty here; they’re all convinced it was because of the proximity to the Road to California show. (I swear that was just a very happy coincidence.)

Speaking of Road to California, how many of you are planning to go? Do you want to help WFQG maybe win a prize while you’re there? This year, Road is hosting a “Guild Attendance Challenge,” and giving away two $500 prizes, one to the guild with the highest total number of members attending the show, and the other to the guild with the highest percentage of their membership attending. We probably can’t compete in the total-number category, as there are guilds out there that are bigger than ours, but I think—based on the number of us who have attended in previous years—we stand a good chance in the highest percentage category! So please, when you go to Road this year, check in at the information desk, and sign in as a member of WFQG. (For those of you who are members of multiple guilds, it apparently will be possible for you to sign in to them all, so you don’t have to choose which of your groups to support.) Remember, your sign-in might be the one that puts us over the top and wins the prize!

See you at the meeting,

Pam

Presidents Message November 2017

Presidents Message November 2017

For two years now I have been able to call myself President of the Wandering Foot Quilt Guild. It does not sound as fancy as President of the United States but I think it sounds like a lot more fun. And it has been a lot more fun, so I thought I would talk a little bit about what has been accomplished in that time. First of all, we have had two yard sales that were very successful. I had nothing to do with those. We have also had a boutique. That was really successful and mostly due to Manny and his wonderful team of helpers. Again, I had nothing to do with that.  We have had some fun and inspirational speakers. Yep, not me!  One of those speakers is leading to a new opportunity for next year, a Round Robin Program. I’ll help with this and, certainly, participate, but I didn’t do anything on this either. There have been three retreats and one coming up soon. I didn’t organize those. Challenges, yes, there were two!  I participated but didn’t have much to do with them. We had three quilt shows at the Santa Anita Mall.. not me.  We will have two holiday parties and a couple of pot lucks. You guessed it, not me. Well, I did bring stuff and I did eat but that isn’t anything unusual. I didn’t have much of anything to do with charity quilts or dog beds. That was everyone else and Neola.
So, what did I do?  Well, I encouraged Linda to make a bunch of changes to the bylaws. That drove her nuts. I started Carol S on a project to get our 501c3 but my part has stalled the whole thing. Grrrr. Other than that, I mostly hung around and watched everyone else work. I sat at a table and talked to wonderful members I hadn’t really met before. I got a front row seat to the talent and caring shown by our guild. I laughed, I gabbed and,generally, enjoyed myself..  Best Job Ever!!!
I cannot say enough about every officer, chairperson and other folk I have interacted with. Thank you, thank you all for making this so much fun.
See you at the meeting.
Presidents Message October 2017

Presidents Message October 2017

I was a tomboy as a child and I’m still not into dresses, makeup and fancy hair styles. I’m more the throw something on and go play type. So I never developed a dream house. But I do have a dream quilt studio. I’m going to tell you about it, I just ask you don’t think too much about things like, “Why are there so many corners?” or “Is that even possible?” Remember it is a dream.

 

First, my studio is catastatic. This means that there is a self-cleaning filter system that automatically removes all dust, lint, cat hair and dander. There are also lots of cat beds around my studio that are more enticing to the fur balls than all the fabric and quilts (dream, remember). In one corner is the wash room and, yes, it is padded with quilts. Another corner has a small kitchen area with a fridge and a microwave. One corner is a wine room with a wine for every occasion. The walls are touch screen design areas to keep track of all the projects going on. The ceiling is retractable to the elements for that rare perfect day. It does, of course, repel bugs. Lighting is like natural sunlight so there is never a problem seeing true color. The cutting station is under a beautiful window and is large enough for several people to cut at once if necessary. A pressing area adjoins. In the middle of the room is the sewing machine platform with all of my sewing machines. I think I might as well get a nice embroidery machine because I’m sure not going to do it by hand. And my Bernina 1090 is in the spotlight. I know, I know, a 1090?? My machine is 30 years old and I don’t need anything different! No one messes with my 1090. Well, except for maybe the Mayhall guy. I might also have a Featherweight 221 just because they are so darn cute.

 

So, about now, you are wondering where all the fabric is. That’s the cool part. I just described the stationary part of the room. The other part is like an elevator. It has multiple floors for different needs. You just call the area you want! There will be a floor for fabric and projects. You can sit in the middle of the area and ask for the fabric you want, all of which is cataloged by color, theme, scale and inspiration factors. You could just ask for a medium scale floral with a blue background and it will be delivered. The real fabric, not a computer image or something, because I like to touch fabric. You will still have to go out to shop for your fabric in the first place, I’m not a miracle worker. This area will also store all of my UFO’s securely so I don’t misplace parts of them.

 

Another floor will be a quilt room for the finished products to be displayed and stored. Here there will also be a seating area for guests and I’ll be able to have group meetings, teas, and other fun stuff (maybe even a wine tasting). The quilts will be stored flat so they don’t crease or fray. The wall displays will be easily changeable (Barbara John will appreciate that part).

 

I will, of course, have a quilting floor with a Gammill long arm machine with the Statler Stitcher. Only the best will do. Ok, ok, get over the Bernina 1090, already. I probably also need a floor for pattern, book and general notion storage. Maybe this should be the computer room and it will be connected to the design walls of my sewing area. I just hope this floor doesn’t end up being like my junk drawer. We all have junk drawers! I wonder how many square feet of floor space I need?

 

See you at the meeting.

Presidents Message September 2017

Presidents Message September 2017

I think making a quilt is much like making a baby. My Mom wouldn’t have agreed, she probably would have laughed at the thought, but she never made a quilt! Okay, to be fair, I never made a baby but I know all about it, sort of, as long as we don’t talk about the icky parts.

 

Initially, you conceive of a quilt as a sudden thought, a light-bulb moment, or, in some cases a thoughtful consideration of all the options. You know… hmm, I want to make a quilt, when would I like to have it done, who am I making it with/for, etc, etc. See, much the same as deciding to make a baby. Well, maybe it’s not as easy to accidently make a quilt, but I’m sure it happens. I see the actual conception part of the quilt as the decision and the procurement of materials, maybe visiting a fabric store or your stash or your friends stash. As for the conception part of making a baby, I don’t think I am allowed to actually detail that here, nor should I.

 

Once conceived, there is the construction process and, as we know, this can take months. Ha, you see what I did there? I’ll bet you immediately thought of the number 9! During this stage, all kinds of things happen. With a baby, there is morning sickness, cravings, moodiness and other neat stuff. With quilting, there is cutting, sewing, unsewing, swearing and such. As time goes on, both the baby and the quilt get larger and it gets harder to maneuver through the process until, near the end, you feel like you are wrestling an elephant. At some point, you reach what I think of as a peaceful state. With a baby, most of the side effects have subsided and you are just waiting, maybe a bit uncomfortable and sweaty, but not too bad. You can visualize what is coming, sort of, but there will probably be some surprises anyway. You are getting pretty excited now. The same is true with a quilt, the top is done and, if you are me, you have sent it to the quilter and you’re just waiting. You have an idea what it will look like but there is that element of uncertainty. It’s pretty exciting!

 

Now, BAM, it is time. You are just hours away from completion. Now, you are either giving birth to a baby or putting on binding. I know, I know, Julia, you don’t see the similarity. You probably don’t see how I can compare hours and hours of pain, pushing, sweating and yelling at your husband because it’s his fault to binding a quilt. Here goes. I spend hours pushing the needle through many layers of fabric which can be rather difficult, especially if you use a larger, fatter needle because you don’t want to be dropping it all the time. As part of the process, the quilt opens up and covers my legs, making me pretty hot and sweaty, especially if it is a big baby, er, quilt. My cats always want to lie on the quilt, pinning it to the floor or the couch and I have to yell at them. And I always, at least once, prick my finger while I’m sewing. Ouch.

 

In the end, though, we end up with something special, a baby or a quilt. If you’ve done it right, maybe you have both!

 

See you at the meeting.

Presidents Message August 2017

Presidents Message August 2017

Well, the surprise is over. The challenge is done and, as usual, it was really wonderful. Now, we can talk about choices and challenges. I love challenges; I think I have said that before. I have a couple of my own rules. First, I will only make something I dream up myself. Don’t ask me why, I just like to take the opportunity to make myself actually think about things. When I sit down to design something, I usually start with scraps of paper and move to eq7. Not with challenge quilts. For those, I develop a vague idea and start throwing fabric into blocks or pieces of blocks. This may seem a bit scatterbrained, but there you are, that is me! After I have made a number of pieces, sometimes a lot of pieces, I start getting an idea of how to put everything together…. I hope. This is where some choices come into play. Do I like what I have done? Is it possible to actually use what I have done? Do I want to continue? At what point did I lose the last brain cell? Believe me, I don’t take the last question too lightly.

 

At this point in the process, I have a thought on where I am going and the hard stuff comes in. I think of this as the bridgework, where I have to do the math and determine how to put the pieces together. This year, for instance, I had blocks of three different sizes and I wanted my stars to look like they were randomly thrown at a wall, so I had a couple of options. I could sit down and draw a complicated grid of odd size pieces to put together or I could assemble my blocks into larger blocks of a common size. I elected to go the latter route. This way, I only needed to cut some coping pieces of odd sizes and the final assembly was actually pretty straightforward. Now, what about the back.. Do I look through my stash for a large enough piece or buy something, or… This is an easy one and the answer is always the same. I end up looking at the leftover stuff I have from the front and decide to put it on the back. I don’t think about assembly. I just keep attaching leftover pieces together until it is big enough. I always like the result. This year, my husband actually likes my back better than my front. Ok, guys, I am talking about my quilt!

 

Then comes quilting, my personal fear and challenge. I’ve probably mentioned this, I am not good at the quilting part. I can’t see the straight lines nor can I sew the straight lines. My curves look more like the migration pattern for a dodo bird. Once a quilt is larger than a square foot, I feel like I am wrestling a bear. I have seen people cram large quilts through the throat of the sewing machine but I can’t seem to do it. I’ve thought about trying to do longarm quilting but then the whole mobility problem comes into play. I have to do it though, that is my second rule for challenges. I don’t know whether it’s a formal rule or not, but I feel like I should quilt my own in this case. I start with the obvious, quilt in the ditch. Oh-oh, I can’t seem to find the ditch with my needle. Ok, I quilt close to the edge of the pieces instead. Not bad, I can live with that! Next, I have to fill in all the blank space between objects, pieced stars this year. I start by ruling out all the cool patterns like concentric circles, stipples, flowers, scrolls, etc. Remember I have that dodo bird problem. Generally, I decide to do something pretty geometric with straight lines. Last year, I think I did a cross-hatch. This year, I had the brilliant idea, made the insane choice to do a few quilted stars to accent my pieced stars. So I went into Word and printed their four-pointed, five-pointed and six-pointed star shapes onto foundation paper, varied the sizes and started. Oh, yes, I started with a dozen printed stars for paper quilting (pin the paper on the quilt, sew the shape and remove the paper). Well, that filled up a very small part of one corner. It ended up taking me almost 300 stars to finish. I saw stars, I ate stars, I cursed stars, I never want to see another star. It was done though… Yay!!!

 

I hope you all enjoyed your process as much as I enjoyed mine. I hope you all enjoyed the challenge quilts as much as I did. I hope we do it all over again next year. I can’t wait.

 

See you at the meeting.

Presidents Message July 2017

Presidents Message July 2017

In the twilight glow I see her

This happens on those gloomy winter days in late afternoon when the sun goes down early and it’s a bit drizzly. We don’t have them often in Los Angeles but sometimes. You know the kind of day. I walk, well, I waddle into a quilt store and there it is, the perfect fabric, smoothly rolled around a cardboard bolt, standing at eye-level attention on a rack, placed for the immediate attention of incoming patrons. It could be small sweet spring flowers in bright colors to brighten a dark day, cats playing with yarn and looking cute, striking geometrics, or pretty much anything, I guess. The point is you see it and think, “I love you. I want to make you into something. I have to have you.” I know you’ve all gone through this, you can’t convince me otherwise.

Blue eyes crying in the rain

There probably aren’t blue eyes on the fabric, but I did just come in from a drizzly day. You remember that part, right? I think I have the crying eyes thing going on.

As we kissed goodbye and parted

I don’t need fabric. I have fabric, my husband reminds me often. It occupies six rooms and the garage. I only came in for thread. I probably should have ordered it online because it’s safer than a store. Oh well, I might as well look around while I’m here. There’s all the pretty fabric to see. While I’m at it, I wander up to pet the bolt at the front. No kissing, that’s just a figure of speech. The song wouldn’t sound right if it said, “As we petted goodbye and parted.” It does feel good, a nice weight, not too heavy, not too thin. I could probably use up a lot of the fabric in my stash making something with it. Yeah, right, I would have to get the coordinating fabrics too. But I don’t need it!!! I’m going to be good. If I don’t spend the money now, I can pay for another top to be quilted. Yes, I go back and pick out my thread, pay for it and head out.

I knew we’d never meet again

I patted my back and the bolt of fabric, pleased I can tell hubby I didn’t impulse buy, and pull open the door. Do you really believe me? I patted the bolt of fabric, found my hand clenching it, held it up and headed back to the register. “I’ll have three yards please.” But I didn’t buy the coordinating fabrics!

 

It’s challenge time. Let’s quilt some songs.

See you at the meeting.

Presidents Message June 2017

Presidents Message June 2017

To touch or not to touch…. That is the question! Well, the easy one is at the quilt show and the answer is NOOOO, don’t touch or else. Or else what, you ask. If you are lucky, you will only get the evil eye from the nice white-gloved lady watching over the quilts. If luck fails you, the piece of soul the quiltmaker left behind in her/his quilt will reach out and smack you. Or so I have heard; I’ve never actually attempted it. Oh, maybe that’s a myth made up by quilt guild presidents, but are you willing to chance it?

How about at someone’s house? That depends. How well do you know the person? Did they make the quilt themselves? If so, they probably understand the need to touch, to feel the ridges and bumps, the seams and intersections, to follow the quilting stitches as they wander the quilt. If their great-great grandmother made it 100 years ago, probably resist. Certainly say something though, or said relative might be offended. If they bought it from a big box store, who cares to touch it anyway?

I have read all kinds of articles and heard many opinions over the years on how to store your quilts. Mostly, make sure to store them in a smoke-free, pet-free, dust-free, child-free, bacteria-free, low oxygen, no plastic , low light environment. I’m thinking the space station would work. Just be sure to point a camera so you can periodically see them, when the rotation of the earth allows. I suppose if you follow these rules, you really shouldn’t touch them either. Your hands have oils and stuff on them after all. I’m not sure how you are going to explain this to the kid you made the quilt for. Maybe tell them it is an equilt and is only for make believe.

I know, I know, you’re going to say it depends on the quilt. We make some of them for use and expect them to get banged up and dirty. We hope they last for years but understand if they don’t. Now that sounds like you have favorites. Are the favorites the ones you handle and love to death or the masterpieces you hang carefully or store at the space station? Hmmm.. How do you decide which is which? If you ever give a masterpiece to someone, are they expected to treat it like one or they allowed to decide to use it? I hope you thought of all of these things? I have and this is what I decided.

First, I make baby quilts to be spit on, to be fondled, to be washed, to end up in bits and pieces as needed. The only way I can do this is erase the quilt from my memory once I present it. I love it when a niece or nephew shows me a 5” square of bleached something or another and say, “See what’s left of the quilt you made me, Aunt T?” I give everyone else a quilt and let them decide what to do. If they mention it in the future, I say,”Duh, duh, duh…” in my head so I don’t hear anything sad. Aw, who am I kidding, I just want the quilts I hand out to be loved and, if that happens, I don’t worry about the rest.

The quilts I have at home are used, hung, loved by the family who comes over and most certainly cat tested on a regular basis. They are washed, they get that wonderful softness and crinkled up look over time. Some qults are folded in closets to be brought out on a rainy day and always, they are touched.

See you at the meeting.