so, every time i make a journey back to savannah to visit my family, i usually either bring some sort of project to work on that fits neatly into my carry on. this time, i brought nothing (!) and after one day back it was killing me that i had so much free time, and no projects to work on.
on a visit to my grandma's house, she mentioned a quilt that she made.......when she was 15. this prompted us to go digging through all of her closets, pulling out quilt after quilt that she has made over the years. these quilts are GORGEOUS. tiny pieces meticulously stitched to other tiny pieces with every corner matching perfectly, every seam a perfect complement to the next. i assumed the front design was pieced together with a machine, and the quilting was done by hand. nope. ALL handstitched. all million seams for thousand pieces for this king size quilt were handstitched. then, when i asked her about the batting inside, she said, "what do you mean, 'where'd i get it?' i picked the cotton myself." (my grandma is a bit of a tough old bird who grew up on a farm in the country.) turns out she not only picked the cotton, but ran it through the gin, then matted it out to make the layer of cotton cushion inside this quilt.
she let me pick out my favorite and i carted it home to study it and figure out how i was going to get this thing back to nyc in my suitcase. after about 10 minutes i decided that my new project would be a quilt. my boyfriend's mom is an avid quilter, so i spent the next day poring over her quilt book designs (amish quilt designs are pretty unbelievable, by the way), ordered some books online for myself, and picked out my first design i wanted to try. now i'm almost done with my first one, and have some more projects in mind. more to come on that soon!