No, this is not a Christmas star, but it is a star detail from a quilt my grandmother had pieced years before her death. Unknown to me, she had somehow gotten two of the stars put in backwards. This last autumn, my Sunset Hills friend quilted it for me. She had it finished and waiting as we passed through town in November. I thought it had some flour sacks used, but her elderly friend, another long time quilter, said no. She thought all the fabric was from the 50’s and 60’s. I recognized some of the fabric pieces as dresses my grandmother wore and shirts of my grandfather. Grandma NEVER bought material to quilt with says my mom, her daughter-in-law.
So no, this quilt is not the artistic creation of today’s quilters. They use matching fabrics, vibrant colors, bolts of material in all hues. Grandma used what was in her scrap bag. I wouldn’t want it any other way. On a cold day, I can run my fingers across star points and “feel” my grandmother’s soup stained dress as she hugs me. On a summer’s day I can lie on a field of stars and “smell” Grandpa’s aftershave or his Sunday Go to Meeting shirt. A garden dress reminds me of Grandma’s dirt encrusted nails, red polish chipped for she never wore garden gloves.
Funny, how wrapping ourselves in memories is warm and comforting, no matter what season it is.
Do you USE your quilts or save them?