08/19/2026
I decided to make something on a whim with a very old vintage quilt that I quickly developed an attachment to as I started looking closer at it.
I bought this quilt for $35 on Facebook marketplace a few months back and hadn’t done anything with it. I randomly pulled it out over my birthday weekend and started to look past it just being another vintage quilt.
The crooked seams, the mixes of white and brown bobbin thread, the towel sandwiched in the middle instead of batting, the random scrap pieces all sewn together with no rhyme or reason to create the back of the quilt…
This quilt wasn’t made to be beautiful or win a prize. It was made by a woman who used whatever she had to keep her babies warm. And it clearly did, for many years. Some of the squares look white now, but I know they weren’t always. Some squares have completely washed away.
But I wish I could tell that woman her quilt is still being cherished, even if it’s sat in random stores for years and no one looked twice at it until it made its way to me.
Although I may not know her name or all of her story, I can see a portion of it written in this quilt and for as long as I live, my future children & grandchildren, I’ll make sure she’s never forgotten. This frame will stay with me until I leave this earth… and to whoever finds it after that, I hope that woman’s story and mine together touches their heart like it did mine.
I hope to always be grateful for what I’m given, just like this woman was, even if I all I have is scrap fabric to work with. 🩷
1 Thessalonians 5:18
