Progress is slow, but steady, on my worn bed quilt.
Another hole required attention, the beginning of another set of wings.
Yeah, I know, another big project.
Stitching into the wee hours of the night...
My friend's antique quilt, made by her grandmother and great-grandmother in Pennsylvania, gave me a diversion this summer.
There was a rather large hole in the middle (mice, maybe?) that just begged for repair.
Having mostly fabric from used clothing in my stash, it was easy to find similar fabrics and colors.
The repair job is almost invisible.
While I stitched and admired the work on this quilt, I could hear the makers whispering to me across the generations. I recorded the quilt's history on a tag stitched to the back.
Of course, this made me remember that my grandmother's quilts await me for repairs. I would like to talk to her for awhile...