Since my mother died in 2010, I have taken on a project she had started somewhere around 2007 or 2008. It is an Amish-style quilt. Many of her quilts she had sent off to have professionally quilted, but this one she wanted to hand-quilt herself. She had already gotten quite a bit done when my father got quite sick, went through chemotherapy and died shortly after. She told me then that she just couldn’t bring herself to work on the quilt after that. When she died less than a year later, the quilt was still unfinished and so I took it home to finish.
I’m happy to say that this morning I am finally done with all of the hand-quilting and all that is left to be done is the binding. That I will leave until after my summer travels. Note that I did not work at the pace my mother did, so really the majority of the quilting is hers. I stitched 3 or 4 of the blocks and the outside border. Here is the quilt and the inscriptions, one on either side:
And with this project –or at least one major step in the project– finished, I just realized that I am at a rare moment in my life! I recently finished knitting a pair of socks, so I am in between knitting projects. I am also in between books. This is truly a rare occurrence to be not in full swing on quilting, knitting or reading. What a strange sensation!