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"When you hear the word *quilt*, what is the first memory that comes to mind?"
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The contest closes at 11:30pm EST. The winner will be announced here at 11:45pm. I look forward to reading all of your entries!
Comforting! Sitting in front of a fire with the quilt wrapped around me in winter!
A sweet grandma in her rocking chair handsewing pieces of fabric into a beautiful handdone quilt.
“memories”…
*Quilt* reminds me of all the beautiful quilts my great grandmother made over the many years she was alive. 🙂
When I hear teh word Quilt The 1st thing that comes to my Mind is The Baby Shower Gift I recieved for my 1st born. My Great Aunt Made my Daughter the most Beautiful Pink/Yellow Quilt! We still have it to this day(5yrs later) in her Keepsake box!
I think of the baby quilts I made when I used to sew, way back when!
Kathy Camasso
The word “quilt” reminds me of all the afghans my aunt used to make. She has a room full of them in her house. All of the kids get one. I have one and both of my girls have one.
My family has always vacationed in the area of pennsylvania that many Amish live. They make the most gorgeous quilts. I have fond memories of looking through all the quilts in the shops and watching the quilters make their tiny stitches. I’m looking forward to this new set. kim
Toilet paper. You know, the bears on tv, especially the one with the kids that grab too much? It’s not just kids…! Quilted Northern!
My first memory would be my trunk full of my grandmother’s quilts. She passed down all the quilts her mother made her and that she used as a little girl. And they mean the world to me.
The first memory that comes to mind is a scrap quilt that my maternal grandmother made for me when I was little. It’s not the prettiest, but it was made with loving hands
and reminds me of her and I still have it, some 25 years later!
my grandma =)
The first thing that comes to mind is my sister who makes the most beautiful quilts ever. She is so talented, I think that I will never even try to make one cause I could never come close to making one as beautiful as hers.
Sally
I think of the first quilt I ever made. We had an exchange student from Germany and the first Christmas after she had gone back home I made her a quilt of all cat material.
The first memory that comes to mind is my grandmother. She has been making quilts for as long as i can remember and they are just absolutely gorgeous! I would always get excited when i get a new quilt in the mail and the quilters set would be absolutely perfect to make a card or something for her!
The word “quilt” makes me think about my grandmother, and the quilt she did for my mother when she was little. That quilt is now on the bed of my 3-years-old daughter.
I think of the quilts that my grandma used to make for each of us out of our parents childhood clothing.
Michelle
I think about sleeping in the cozy bed at my grandma’s house with the beautiful quilt that she made by lovingly by hand.
My first memory when I hear the word quilt is of my Great Grandmother, who is now near 100 years old.
I used to knit and sew with her as a little girl. She’s made everything from yarn snakes (I still have mine) to clothing for my Barbie doll (still have every piece she made as well).
She’s a very happy woman and I can only hope to live as full of a life as she has.
My son is now 4 and she even made him a yarn snake, just like Mommy had as a little girl.
Thanks for the chance to win! Can’t wait to see the Honey Bees sentiments.
As a child whenever I was ill, my mother would make a bed for me on the sofa and cover me with a hand pieced quilt made by her mother who died very young. I never knew my grandmother but I certainly felt her love and comfort through that quilt.
The many quilts that my 91-year old aunt has made for me and my family. They are true family treasures which signify love and hours of diligent work. I can’t wait to order the quilt set and send her some special notecards which she can send to friends.
I think of the 100 Good Wishes Quilt that we made for my daughter when we brought her home from China.
It makes me think of my 8th birthday, my Aunt Sue made me a hand tied patchwork quilt as my gift. That was 31 years ago. I still have it and my kids think it’s a really special treat to get to sleep under it.
My Grandmother 🙂
She would always sit in her rocking chair wrapped up in a big handmade quilt, and when I was little, I would snuggle up right next to her!
Memories of my grandmother and mother making quilts. They would sew the pieces together, lie them out on the floor or a quilting table and tie them, pin up the sides and then sew them together.
The quilt my mother had made for me when my first child was born.
…handstitched quilts on my brass bed when i was a teenager…they are still at my parent’s home in tullahoma…i was always fascinated by the patterns and fabric…
“Quilt” means a loving Texas Grandmother creating an impromptu little play house using chairs with quilts thrown over them, and serving a cold Dr Pepper as refreshment!
The first memory that comes to mind is being wrapped in my yellow quilt my grandma made. It had her personal “Made with love from Grandma Kruk” on it. I loved wrapping up in it and sitting on her lap. One side was yellow and the other was made from scraps of all the clothes she had sewn for me over the years as a baby.
THanks for all your awesome inspiration!
My Grandma and my Aunt. My Grandma passed away in Dec. 2006, but before she did she quilted each of her 45 grandchildren a lap quilt made just by her, such a treasure! My Aunt because she help me finish my first quilt for my daughter last year.
The first thing I think of when I think of quilts are the ones I used to make when my kids were babies. I still have a big bag of scraps in my closet, ’cause my babies are all grown up and someday soon I’ll have to start making quilts for their babies!
My first memory of a quilt was one that my Grandma made. It was so heavy. When I was sick, I would always ask my Mom to get out that really heavy blanket for me. It would warm me right up.
I think of my first (and only) quilt I ever made. It was for my third child, Grace. I have been saving all of my son’s flanned and denim since he was a baby (8 years now) so I can make one for him when he goes off to college.
I think of the wonderful quilts that was on my hospital bed when my kids were born. They were made by local ladies for the hospital. They were so comfy and homey which is exactly what I needed after having a baby.
Quilt reminds me of the love and labor involved piecing together all the parts. Warm and comforting, too!
Elena Lin
When I was a child, I wanted a snuggly quilt more than anything. I suppose my Gram tired of hearing it, so she said we could make a quilt together. I drew a bunch of pictures which she transferred to fabric, then she was going to sew them all together… I wonder what ever happened to all that fabric, because the quilt was never completed! Oh well. It’s a great memory I will always have of my Gram.
Thanks for the chance to win..
I always think of Amish Quilts and their beautiful craftsmanship. I wish I could attend the annual Amish Auction located in PA. Quilts are such a big part of our American Heritage – I just love them.
my grandmother made a quilt for my doll bed. i still have it and keep it in my cedar chest…
I think of the quilt that my Grandmother made from my mother’s dresses when she was a little girl. My mother can point to each square and remember what the dress was like.
Corinne
When I think fo quilts, I think of an old one I found at a flea market that I fell in love with
When I hear the word “quilt”, the memory that comes to mind is…. My 9 year old daughter making a quilt with her grandma. Every stitch in that quilt was also a stitch in their hearts, threading the two generations into one. Each night as my daughter falls asleep, she snuggles into her quilt and gets a “hug” from grandma 🙂
Quilts remind me of quiet nights besides the fireplace wrapped up in my favourite quilt, drinking a cup of hot chocolate and reading my favourite novel. WARMTH AND COLOR.
When I hear the word “quilt” I smile because it reminds me of the many hours I spent in my grandmother’s sewing room when I was a little girl and how excited I got when she would give me scraps to try and quilt myself. I still have MANY quilts my grandmother made me, and even more wonderful memories!
the women in my family are quilters and quilt collecters…they hoard them, they share them, they make them and give them…quilts to me, are home and they remind me of all of the wonderful women in my life…quilts make me happy 🙂
My great-grandmother. I was 4 when she passed away, but I remember visiting my grandmother’s farm and getting all cozy with great-grandma in her bed with her wonderful heavy quilts on top and just listening to her sing or tell stories.
My grandmother used to quilt and so when I hear that word I think of her in her sewing room, quilting with a big group of friends. I wish I had taken advantage and learned that from her!!! It seemed too hard at the time but WOW, I’m so impressed when people make handmade quilts. Neat set Nichole!
When I hear the word Quilt I think of my two very dear friends. When I was pregnant with my first child they handmade me a beautiful Americana quilt that could be used in the crib or on the floor as a play mat. I have loved it from the moment I saw it and I am happy to say that I am still using it with baby number 3.
Quilt – I just think of really complex patterns of a beautiful quilt hanging on one of those wooden stands. The patterns, the colors….friends getting together to make a quilt together….GO PTI!!!!
The first memory I have is learning to crochet when I was very young. My grandmother and mother made crocheted quilts and I also learned how to make them. The different color combinations always were fun! Thanks for the chance to win!
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word “quilt”, is the quilt my grandmother gave me when I was a little girl. I still have that quilt over 50 years later!
My memory is of my great grandmother who was an extraordinary quilter. I still have the quilt she made for my bed as a child. Appropriately a grandmother’s flower garden. It is very well loved and tattered. What a wonderful tradition to keep going. And you have made it easier to do in paper now! Thanks
Quilting reminds me of my good friend Kristen who got me hooked when we were in high school. I quilted for quite some time until my quilting outgrew my space in my teeny apartment in Brooklyn and that is when I seriously took up papercrafting. So this set really touches me. I can’t wait to get it!
My grandmother made all of my clothes when I was a little girl. When I grew up she presented me with two quilts that she had made with scraps from my clothes. I still remember many of those outfits and the quilts are now being used by my children.
I remember my mom quilting beautiful and intricate hawaiian quilts while I was growing up.
The first thing when I hear “quilt” is staying at my Grandmother’s house and on everybed, chest, couch, and chair, there was a homemade quilt.There were no directions and her family was from Hungary, so they took anytype of material they could find and put it together. In fact, today I have 2 of the quilts that were made in her family. Alice
The first thing I think of when I hear “quilt” is my Aunt Sadie patiently turning the scraps of cloth left from clothes that my Mom made my sister and I, and worn out or outgrown clothes into beautiful scrap quilts. I still have the last one she made me shortly before she passed away at age 99. Her sister, my Aunt Hattie, lived to be 101 and was still crocheting afghans until the day she passed away! So quilts = family to me. My wonderful, creative, frugal, crafty aunts turning bits and pieces into beautiful works of art!
The wonderful elderly neighbor who gave my sister and I the most precious gift I ever received. I still have the quilt to this day and sleep with it almost every night almost 30 years later!!!!!
reminds me of DH grandma who made a quilt for my daughter before she passed away.
My sister surprised me at my wedding shower with a beautiful photo quilt. She’d sewn a little as we were growing up, but this was her first quilt and my whole family kept it a secret from me for several months! (And she was living with me at the time!) My first thought when I opened the box was “But you don’t know how to quilt!” – duh! I guess she learned while I was busy planning my wedding! 🙂
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word “quilt”, is the quilt my grandmother gave me when I was a little girl. I still have that quilt over 50 years later!
“Quilt” is: My great grandma’s rag quilt that she made for all of the “grands”. It was always fun to touch all the different fabrics; so many textures and colors. Hooray for the new releases!
Quilt brings to mind my late mother-in-law. She introduced me to quilting and other needlearts and everytime I see a quilt I think of her. My daughter is now starting to quilt and hopefully one of these days my grand-daughter will too. I found out just a few years ago, that when when she was a girl, my mom used to help my great-grandmother quilt. Looks like I have a wonderful heritage to live up to.
The first thing that comes to my mind with the word Quilt is the one my parents got for their wedding from my grandparents, it was blue and white and just seeing it made me think of family.
So Family is what I think of.
Angie
Looking at my great-grandmother’s quilts on my mom’s quilt rack.
The first memory that comes to mind when hearing the word quilt, is my Grandmother! She is an amazing quilter. If I could be even half as talented as she is quilting-wise, I would be ecstatic! :] She has made several quilts for my daughters. I hope they will treasure them as much as I do when they are older!
I love the new Quilter’s sampler set! Thank you for the chance to win, Nichole!!
I think of my grandmother who makes beautiful quilts.
Quilt reminds me of the beautiful quilt I received on my wedding day all handmade from my grandmother and her half-sister.
Sue in Alexandria VA
When I think of the word “quilt” the memory that comes to mind is when my mother-in-law gave me a nautical quilt for my son when he was born. It was beautifully designed to match his nursery and I remember being in awe that she made it. Since then she has made quilts for each of my children—. each one is a labor of love that they will have to cherish forever. There is just something about a quilt…
Carolyn King (cammie22@hotmail.com)
I always think of my grandmother who made countless quilts in her life. She gave away quilts for a new birth, weddings, new home = a part of her went into the making of each one.
hugs
kj
The AIDs quilt and a friend who died from AIDs in the 80s. The quilt was an amazingly effective way to bring the disease home to your average person.
I think of the baby quilts my Mom made for each of my kids. They’re not “fancy” by any means….but they are the most loved blankets I have ever seen!
When I hear the word quilt, the first memory that comes to my mind is when I was a little girl and being at my grandmas house. My mama, grandma, aunts, and sometimes a friend all sat around the quilt frame and quilted while sharing stories. We children would play underneath the quilt frame and pretend we were in a tent. Occasionally, one of the ladies would push their needle to far and ask us to push it back up through the quilt. I still have a couple of my grandma’s quilts and several that my mama made…every single stitch done by hand.
When I hear the word *quilt*, I think of a comfortable, well-worn piece of love! My great grandmother quilted and while she only produced one finished product, I hold her *pieces* dear to my heart. Times were tough, then, and she used her old house coats for fabric. I plan to take some of her hexagon pieces and put them together for a table runner!
Quilts… laying under the one my grandma made me and using is as a shield against the scary monsters in horror movies… I still have that quilt…
I live in a Mennonite community and the word quilt reminds me of the auctions they have every year and the quilts they sell..of course, I have one!!
The first memory that comes to mind is the quilt my mother in law made for my husband and I for our wedding. It was my first quilt. . and I still LOVE it today!
I think of the baby quilt my MIL made for our firstborn. So much love and detail was put into it and for the longest time it was the only blanket we wrapped him in.
Her MIL started the tradition of Quilting for each of the children as they were born and when she passed away my MIL took up the mantle and kept the tradition going.
She has made a quilt for our subsequent children and each one is a total work of art and I feel so blessed that I’m in the presence of an artist.
Hugs and Blessings
Alicia
The first quilt I made I did it by hand. Took me a long time to finish a tissue box cover for a friend. I wonder if she still has it.
I think of all the fun times I have had traveling to quilt shows with my quilting group. We haven’t been to one in awhile, but those are some of my fondest memories of friends together. Taking classes, looking at the gorgeous entries in the shows, and just laughing and talking the whole time. Fun!
Baby quilts for my babies. No, I didn’t make any, but I did buy some and they looked so cute all snuggled up and sleeping peacefully.
The word ‘quilt’ makes me think of comfort and family. A quilt has a special cozy quality about it, especially if it’s been lovingly created just for you!
My late husband’s grandmother made us a wedding quilt that I will always cherish…
My grandmother that has made quilts all her life. I own many of her works of art and will pass them down to future generations.
I think of a quilt my mom has from her grandma. I have always loved it.Kris
‘quilt’ make me think of snuggling up in front of a fire with hot cocoa and making s’mores!! 🙂 YUM!
It reminds me of my Grandmother making quilts. She passed away several years ago, but I still have the quilts that she gave me. Every time I see them I think of her & smile.
–Misti
Quilt reminds me of the comfort I felt as a child spending the night at my grandma’s home.
My first thing that comes to mind is of my grandmother. But then if I really think about it I remember trying to make my first one and realizing how much fun it would be to do this with a scrapbook page instead. I remember how the love of sewing and paper crafting came together.
The word “quilt” makes me think of the Sunbonnet Sue quilt my great grandmother made for me when I was born (almost 57 years ago). I grew up with it on my bed, and I still have it. It’s well worn, but still in one piece!
Quilt reminds me of the baby quilt made for me by my mother’s friend which is hand pieced with little inch square pieces in the shoo fly pattern.
The first memory that comes to my mind when I hear “quilt” is staying overnight at my friend Cindy’s house when we were in junior high. Her mom made beautiful heavy quilts. We used to rent really scary movies to watch (because her mom would let us and my parents wouldn’t). I remember one time we were sleeping in the living room and had a whole pile of quilts on the floor. We were watching “The Exorcist” and when the scary parts would come on, we’d cover our heads so that we could just barely see the TV. I also remember that when we turned the TV off, there was a red light that stayed light in the middle of the TV and we were SO scared. Thank goodness we had those quilts to keep us safe!!
The word “quilt” reminds me of making my first quilt in dusty pink and cream Laura Ashley fabric. I think it is still somewhere in the cupboard.
QUILT = BABY
I made one each for my children when they were born. Took 6 months each to finish!
I think of the quilt my great grandmother made for my father as a baby. It’s old, worn, and falling apart now… but I can’t wait for the day that it’s mine to pass on to my children someday.
Memories of the quilt my mother made me when I was 7 years old. It’s now looking a little ratty but it brings back memories of some of the clothes I had that are now patches on the quilt.
The first memory that comes to mind is that of my Nana. I remember this one time when I went to visit her. The bedroom I stayed in had this huge (at the time it seemed it) white antique bed draped with a handmade “Grandmothers Flower Garden” Quilt. I used to love lying up in the bed wrapped up in the quilt peeking out the little window next to my bed. I have many memories of her house. I luckily inherited that wonderful antique bed which will be in my daughter’s room draped with the same “Grandmothers Flower Garden” quilt!
My grandmother made quilts, and she gave one to each of her 14 grandchildren. As she got older and her eyesight failed, her color choices became brighter and brighter. My cousins and I joked about the gaudy color combinations of some of the later quilts, but we wouldn’t have taken a million dollars for them, as Grandma put so much love into each one. My quilt from Grandma is my most treasured memory of her.
i think “pennsylvania” because we lived near Lancaster for 6 yrs and the Amish there are well known for their quilts and you find them everywhere!!!
When I think of quilts, I think of those that I have made or am making for those I love and all the “TLC” that goes into them!
After my aunt had carpal tunnel surgery, part of her therapy was to crochet. I have the largest, heaviest, gaudiest quilt on my bed made with all the left over yarn she owned. It is one of my favorite treasures.
When I think of a quilt, I immediately think warmth and love.
When I hear the word quilt I think of the quilts my friend Diana made for my girls when they were born.
when i see the word “quilt” I remember holding my first grandchild in a quilt that my grandmother had made. Thinking that i wish that my grandmother and my mother were with me in person instead of in spirit. Soon we’ll be welcoming our second grandson with that same quilt.
Sitting in my daddy’s lap while he read me a story, all wrapped up in a quilt my grandma made for me.
My first memory would be of my baby quilt and my son’s baby quilt. Both were made by the same women of our church. They were made with such love and such a beautiful promise. I love tucking him in wrapped up in that!
Memories of my grandmother’s bedroom at Oak Lawn in Springfield — not too far from where you are, Nichole, and the quilts she made.
My husband’s grandmother made us a beautiful quilt for our wedding. She also made my dress, and included a piece of the fabric in the quilt. Such a nice way to remember a fabulous day in our lives!
I made my first quilt for our youngest DD, she still sleeps with a piece of it.
My grandmother. She was an excellent seamstress and made me so many things. When I graduated HS, she made me a quilt (that looks just like the card you made a few days ago, Nichole!) and I treasure it, especially since she passed away this January.
My grandmothers used to come to our house to hand quilt on a quilt that would be set up in our basement. They would hand first hand sew the pieces together and then hand quilt to finish it. I am fortunate to have the quilts they put together.
Cold winter nights, sitting with a cup of hot chocolate, by the fire, wrapped in a quilt that my grandmother made many many years ago…(that quilt is about 75 years old, all hand stitched) and it looks almost as good as new. Quilts are just plain “cozy”.
A friend of my grandmother made a quilt as a baby gift when I was born. It is white with a pink border and the interior features hand-stitched scenes from Cinderella. I still have that quilt and cherish it nearly 46 years later.
Quilts always bring to mind the “crazy quilt” my Mom made of all of our favorite clothes when we were little….its still around 36 years later!….my favorite dress fabric, my brother’s overalls….a great way to hold family memories. Thanks
Kelley
The first thing that comes to mind when I think of quilts is the quilts that my grandma used to make.
Quilts remind me of my wonderful mother-in-law who loves making quilts to give as gifts. Right after my husband and I got married she made a beautiful quilt for us and we use it all the time.
When I was a little girl, my grandma was an avid quilter. She was widely known for her tiny stitches (all done by hand, of course) and was in demand for her quilts. I can’t remember a time when she didn’t have a quilt in the frame. I just loved it when she was first getting started on one because it was big and made an awesome fort. I spent many hours playing under her quilts and I took many an opportunity to tickle her bare feet! As a small child, I wasn’t totally aware of the consequences of my action and I’m afraid there are a number of quilts in circulation that have a few blood spots on them!
comfort, warmth, love. I enter quilts in the county fair every summer and quilting is the first thing I fell in love with in the crafting world!!! Been at it for 25 years now.
I think of Memaw’s quilts….each piece hand cut and then hand sewn with love.
not crazy about quilt(s) but sure does remind me of a friend of mine that just crazy about making for her friends. I never got one from her because she knew that I would never appreciate it…i know, how sad, huh!
The first memory that comes to mind is from when I was a small girl – 4 or 5. I had a cute Sunbonnet Sue quilt & matching pillow for my bed that were made for me by a relative. They are a little old & worn now, but are packed away in box of special treasures.
The first thing that comes to my mind is my grandma. She made a quilt with daisy print material when I was young and I loved it in her back bedroom with the yellow curtains that she made. Thanks for the chance to win!
Quilt….my grandmother. I have the baby quilt my grandmother made me, it’s 47 years old. I can’t wait to play with this set. Thanks Nichole.
My mother ordered a handmade quilt for my husband and I for our wedding. I still love that quilt.
Taking ten years (sporadically) making and finally finishing a quilt for my oldest daughter. Grandmother’s flower garden, did it by hand, hundreds of little hexagons! I have the fabric to start a quilt for DS . . . I hope to get it done before he goes to college? 🙂
Hours and hours of handmade love.
The first memory is of me teaching myself how to quilt with a book. I bought my sewing machine when we moved to our new house in 2002…I didn’t know how to sew, but I wanted drapes, so I taught myself. Soon after that I made a quilt and after that I started making them and giving them as gifts to family and friends.
We had a great aunt that was more like a grandmother to us since my real grandmother had died before I was even born. Nanie used to make quilts for nursing homes and as gifts for family and friends, but she always took time to teach my sister and myself what to do. The lessons didn’t really take, but the memories certainly did.
When I hear the word “quilt”, it takes me back to when my grandmother would make handmade quilts for our beds. They were beautiful!! I have never gotten into quilting a large one, but have done wall hangings. I really love the quilt set you will be offering this month! It will be added into my already full cart! Keep up the good work!
I think of the quilt that was made in memory of a teacher that worked in our school. Each square was made by a different person and someone volunteered to stitch it all together. It was beautiful and was given to her parents.
My first thoughts . . . . I remember the beautiful quilt my grandmother made when my brother was born, and I remember sewing small pieces of material together because I wanted to make one too!
About 12years ago my sister gifted my parents with a quilted throw depicting a House and inscribed Family is the Heart of a Home. I saw the throw this past winters on My mums chair and I cried. You see. My sister got an infection during a simple abdomen surgery and died 5 days later. That quilt now just reminds Us how important we are as A Family Member.
We didn’t use quilts but my favorite recent memory is of the beautiful quilts our daughter-in-law made for each of their children before they were born. I can just imagine them passing those treasures on to their own children some day.
My MOM! My Mom is an multi-award winning hand quilter! She has quilted everyone in our immediate family at least one quilt. I won’t even use mine – it is on my quilt rack in my bedroom!
~ Pam
(aka prhansen)
My mom makes quilts… she gave me the very first one she ever made as a wedding present. She also made one for my college graduation… I was living in South Florida when Hurricane Andrew hit and was in an area that was evacuated. That quilt was the only I thing I took with me! And it still sits in my craft room.
Quilt: the only one that I have tried to make and I have not finished yet… I rather spent my time papercrafting!
The quilt my grandma made for me over 30 years ago, made from sqares of fabric from clothes she made for family members (including my jr. high dresses, etc.)
It reminds me of the beautiful quilts that my 91-year old aunt has made for me and members of my family. They represent love and many hours spent to create them. I can’t wait to get the new quilt set to make some notecards for her.
When I was little my Mom would often work on her quilt that she did by hand. No machine. It never seemed to be finished and I always thought it was a waste of time. Now that I do a little quilting myself, I admire her for working on it and actually finishing. Something I have yet to do. I will cherish that quilt as my own some day. Angelina
The first quilt I made for my nephew.
My husband’s grandmother made us a beautiful quilt for our wedding. She also made my dress, and included a piece of the fabric in the quilt. Such a nice way to remember a fabulous day in our lives!
“Quilt” reminds me of family and tradition, of our hand-made quilts in our old quilt chest. My favorite one is a wedding ring pattern. Most were made by one of my “greats”… great grandmother, great great aunites, etc.
I think of the first quilt I made for our master bedroom when we were first married.
The word quilt always reminds me of a gorgeous sunshine-yellow quilt my dad’s grandmother made. I never got a chance to meet her. That quilt was so soft and wonderful. I miss it. 🙂
My first thought is of my grandmothers. Both of them were avid quiltmakers, and I am blessed to have been given several of their quilts. They are such precious heirlooms to me.
When I hear the word quilt I automatically think of my grandmother who is an avid quilter. She made one for me when I was a young girl, and I will pass it on to my daughter soon. It makes her think of how wonderful my grandmother is and busy! She has so many different projects, activities and classes going at once…I hope that I’ll have her energy when I’m 85!
Melissa
I guess because I live near Lancaster, Pennsylvania (think Harrison Ford in Witness) a traditional Amish quilt is what I first think of… quickly followed by all the pretty colors that many other quilts have.
Love – handmade quilts take a lot of work – and the quilter pours love into every stitch –
After my sister and I were married we signed up to take a quilting class with our mom – it was a fun bonding time for the three of us – but also helped us appreciate even more a hand made quilt.
Sandra
slbt17@yahoo.com
The word “quilt” definitely makes me think of both of my Grandmas. They always were making quilts and they had to make sure that they made one quilt for each grandchild. What a treasure to have these quilts made just for me. Both of my Grandmas are still living. One is 88, the other is 92!
…my grandmothers house and sitting on her couch!
I have never owned a quilt, but I have fond memories of a quilt that a family friend’s mom had made her when she was about 8 years old. It grew up with her, and when we were both in our mid 20’s she and I lived together as roommates and she still had that quilt. I can remember the fun we had a kids using it to build forts, or curl up to watch a movie and it is even more special that she treasured it so much to keep it with her into her adult years.
I think of my grandmother’s farmhouse in Iowa, because she had lots of handmade (hand quilted!) quilts there. My boyfriend proposed to me in that house, because he knew how much I liked it. He has now been my wonderful husband for almost 22 years (on Aug 2)–and I have a few of my grandmother’s quilts.
I think of wrapped in a quilt reading a good book. I also think of all the quilts that I have in mind to make.
My SIL used to make beautiful quilts, including one where she silk-screened random pictures of the whole family onto fabric and used that to make a quilt for my in-laws’ 50th wedding anniversary. My MIL still has that quilt hanging in her room. I thought that was the most thoughtful gift!
I think of my great grandma Carrie sitting in her chair with her quilt over her lap, reading stories to us!
The first thing that came to mind was my grandma. She made so many quilts from leftovers scraps from the clothes she wore. I have one of those quilts and can look at the fabric and remember her in a beautiful blouse or dress. What precious memories!
I am reminded of my grandmother who made beautiful cross stich quilts. My Aunt would then do the actual quilting. My son loved his and his son literally used it until it was threadbare.
The first memory I have is of a quilt my mom made for my brother, it was put together with dark blue fabric that had little tiny polkadots on it and the blocks each had a different little boy fishing on them. It was a really cute, and I think he still has it.
I think of the antique quilt that I inherited from my mother in law. It’s a Trip Around the World 1930’s Feed Sack Quilt top. I have been hand quilting it for a few years now. Its just gorgeous and I will treasure it always. Cynthia
the word quilt conjures up the image of an old comforter that was in our family when I was a child. It was not very attractive; shades of brown and tan on a cream background, but I swore for years that I couldn’t get a decent night’s sleep without it. I even took it to college with me. I’ve still got it around here somewhere, even tho it’s full of holes!
When I think of the word “quilt,” I think of cuddling up by the fireplace with a good book, a cup of hot tea, and a cozy quilt on a cold raining afternoon. (I haven’t had a chance to do that in a long time since I now have kiddos running around, but the thought of it is still comforting.)
I think of the quilts my mother made for me throughout the years and of the quilts that I have made for my children. I also can’t help but see all of the beautiful quilts from the state fair. I love to see the amazing work on display there.
Quilts & Grandma. My Grandma was always making quilts. Grandpa told me the first dream you have under a brand new quilt would always come true.
Memories of my Mom and I taking lessons on how to quilt together. Seeing the quilt she made after learning how and wishing she were still here to make more with me.
When I hear the word “quilt” what comes to mind is the first quilt I ever owned. My mom and some friends made it out of baby clothes I had outgrown. Each square holds many memories and a whole lot of love. My first quilt is now my daughter’s first quilt, and we’re making more memories together when we snuggle together under it!
I think of a patchwork quilt my grandmother made for me when I was a child- I wish I still had it!
My grandmother made quilts, and she gave one to each of her 14 grandchildren. As she got older and her eyesight failed, her color choices became brighter and brighter. My cousins and I joked about the gaudy color combinations of some of the later quilts, but we wouldn’t have taken a million dollars for them, as Grandma put so much love into each one. My quilt from Grandma is my most treasured memory of her.
I remember my grandmother quilting every time I visited while I was growing up. She always sat on the same spot of her sofa. You could count on her being there every time you walked in the front door! She did beautiful work! I remember the many comments I made to her about not being able to see her stitching on her applique work. She always assured me that was how it was supposed to be.
I think of my angelic grandma’s gentle hands tucking me in under a homemade quilt on a chilly winter evening while staying at the farm. Tears mist the eyes just reminiscing about such simple yet priceless moments.
Fighting with my brother & sisters on who gets to use the quilt! I’m 1 out of 6 and rarely won.
I think of the first quilt I made when I was about 13. It was part embroidery, part pieced squares, and I tied it with yarn at the corners of the squares. It was for my cousin, whom I babysat – who is now a chiropractor….how time flies.
My new hobby….in fact I am working on a quilt as I wait for the big reveal. Beware, quilting is addictive!
Hi Nichole!
The first thought that comes to mind for me about a quilt is actually a feeling. I feel warm and safe, safe as how safe we felt as children. I had a lovely purple quilt that my mom’s friend handmade for me. It was beautiful! I wish I still had it! Thanks for the memory! Kate
It reminds me of the quilt my grandmother made me. It as little boys and girls on it. It is very special to me.
When I hear the word quilt I think of my grandmother who died 15 years ago but to this day I remember her sitting and quilting. The best part of this story is my dad’s his mom taught all 9 kids how to quilt among other forms of needlework and he is a nurse now and swears that this teaching is what helps him in his career today.
“Quilt” makes me think of snuggling up in the den as a young girl and watching movies with my brothers.
The word quilt makes my think of my mother…my mom has been a quilt maker for as long as I can remember. Her first large quilt (which she made for me) was the Log Cabin pattern and she hand-pieced & hand quilted the entire thing. She even got me to start a quilt… yes START (not finished yet!).
My grandma comes first to my mind she tied many quilts for the Quilters at Church. One Sunday her name came up in conversation as the Quilt lady, that made me proud. I have a great photo of her with a quilt laid out on the floor and she was tying the blocks with thread. I can also remember how cool her basement was when she was working down there and my sister and I would wait for hours so we could help tie.
My next memory is of my Aunt, she made a quilt for graduation and I just love it. I still have it and it is totally off limits for anyone but me to use.
I think of the homemade Holly Hobby quilt that my mom made for my first ‘big girl’ bed. It was my favorite thing in the world at the time…it had a bright pink and white checked background and a huge Holly Hobby appliqued onto the middle. I often wonder what happened to it!
When I think of the word quilt I think of all the unfortunate people who often wished they had one on cold nights here in the northeast!
My memories are many…My mom gave all three of my children a quilt when they were very young. Age 4, 2, & 6 months old. Each of my 3 children have loved and carried those little quilts everywhere. They are now 8, 10, and 12.
Do you know those quilts are still with them every night when they go to bed.
Quilts bring back fond memories of quilting at my parents house with my mom and grandmothers! On cold winter evenings, there was nothing better!! As I type this, I have to sit back and smile remembering those nights! Thanks for that little trip down memory lane….and the chance to win all this cool stuff.
I have handmade quilts made just for me so mostly it just brings to mind great grandmothers faces who made them for me…
i think of the words… “OLD LADY!!!” when i hear the word quilt….but really, i love them and i’m young! 🙂
I remember my second cousin used to sew us kids clothes when I was very young. Under 5. years later all the left over material she had, she used to make a quilt for my Mom with a big letter H, thats our last name initial, in the center. My mom still has and uses it today.
I have a very special quilt that has stitches from 4 generations of women in my family including me. It brings me great comfort in difficult times. I feel all the strength of my mom, grandma, and great grandma when I wrap up in it. Family quilts are such a treasure.
When I first saw your post of the quilt preview, I knew I HAD to have this set. I’m pretty new to papertrey ink, and this really brings back memories with me, the quilts.
When I hear quilts I think of my grandmother. She had what we called the ‘sick quilt’. If we were feeling bad, she would get the sick quilt out and tell us it had magic powers. It would make us feel all better…and it always did. I have that quilt now, it has moth holes and some torn edges on it, but I will cherish it forever.
I think about the handmade quilt that sits atop a shelf in my closet. It was given to me by Chris’ mom, a treasure from her heritage — made by her grandmother. I treasure that she passed it on to me. One day, I will pass it on to my daughter.
I think of my Aunt. She handmade me a quilt about 14 years ago and it’s still my favorite blanket. 🙂
To me it means a treasure someone put together with loving hands and something
that will be passed down to future generations.
I think of my mother-in-law as she & her friends share special times together quilting beautiful pieces that will one day become family heirlooms.
Hi Nichole!
The first thought that comes to mind for me about a quilt is actually a feeling. I feel warm and safe, safe as how safe we felt as children. I had a lovely purple quilt that my mom’s friend handmade for me. It was beautiful! I wish I still had it! Thanks for the memory! Kate
When I came home from high school & found my belongings in the front yard, a friend took me to her house. Her mom pulled out family quilts (made by relatives over the years) and made a bed for me to sleep in. The weight of the quilt and the sentimentality of knowing the blanket was handmade by people who cared for other people made me feel safe and protected. I had never seen a handmade quilt before that day.
Quilt brings to mind the wonderful quilt my grandmother made me as a teenager. Still have it to this day and love it.
I think of the time I went to the Kutztown Fair in PA. It was the first time that I saw hand made quilts. They were beautiful!!
The first memory that comes to mind for me is that of the elderly woman who taught a quilting class at a local hight school about 30 years ago. Quilting was more traditional at that time and the sweet lady was beside herself because my girl friend and I wanted purchase new fabric to make our quilts. She was adamant that we use our husbands old shirts. What a sweetie!
This may sound corny…but when I hear the word quilt I picture God’s Quilt.
To me God’s Quilt are all the different fall colors when the trees change in the fall. I especially love going back east at this time and going for drives. Seeing a distant hill/mountain with the trees changing colors…God’s Quilt.
Hi Nichole!
The first thought that comes to mind for me about a quilt is actually a feeling. I feel warm and safe, safe as how safe we felt as children. I had a lovely purple quilt that my mom’s friend handmade for me. It was beautiful! I wish I still had it! Thanks for the memory! Kate
I remember home movie night. Mom would pull out all the quilts and blankets, we’d have a fire in the fireplace, lots of popcorn and we would watch movies all night laying on the floor.
handmade with love. Unusual, but a little quilted dog that was given to my son when he was born. He carried that dog around with him for years, and I kept piecing and sewing it together.
It reminds me of a quilting bee (is that what they call it?). Women sitting around a square table sewing squares together, talking, laughing, and having fun! It also reminds me of the Amish people which live near our cabin in the country. Sort of very old-fashioned thoughts.
the very first time I remember meeting my grandmother she was in her sewing room making up a quilt for me to take back home after our vacation. I still have that quilt in storage.
When I think of the word quilt, immediately I think of my mother-in-law. She gave us the most amazing handmade quilt for our wedding gift in 1996. She used some of my favorite colors – burgundies and mauves. It’s rather bittersweet because she’s no longer able to do what she loved, due to glaucoma as well as macular degeneration, plus a pituitary tumor that is pressing on her optic nerve. I’ll treasure it always.
Granny Lilly, she is my grandmother-in-law. She made some of the prettiest quilts, of which I have two of them. When she passed I was given a sack full of things she had made. Some of the most delicate stitching work. She was that kind of lady. I remember her in her little pink sweater and pearl earrings and necklace.
My grandmother had a group of friends that came together every week to quilt (and gossip LOL). They would always let me have a spot even at the age of 4 to quilt. I felt so important. After I was grown, grandmother and I were remembering the fun quilting parties – and she told me that after I’d go to bed, they’ take out my stitches. Sigh. But it’s still a fun memory. Grandmother also made a quilt for each grandbaby when it was born and then another one when they were married. What treasures!!
When I think of quilts, I think of the quilt my grandmother made me when I was born. I was 9.5 weeks premature and struggled for my life those first few weeks. The quilt was with me since the day I was born, and I still think of it today as my lucky charm.
I think of spending cold winter nights at my grandparents’ farm, wrapped in beautiful warm quilts that my grandmother and great aunt made. My grandmother made lovely quilts but my great aunt was a master quilter and had quite a business selling her fabulous quilts. I absolutely must get the PTI quilt sets!
Deborah Long
Quilt reminds me of COLORS and unconditioned MUMMY’S LOVE …
When I was young, my cousin and I used to have a quilt each made by our Mummies. Our quilt was colorful made up from soft, delicate fabrics that were left over from previous sewing. It was indeed a quilt sewn with love from my Mummy : ) This loving memory stays in me and to continue recording loving memories now that I am a Mummy myself, my blog was named “Mei’s Quilt”.
My first thought was of the quilt that my MIL made for me when my DH and I married. It is beautiful and so is she. She told me that if I ever sent him back home, I had to give up the quilt. LOL! I would never send him back or the quilt. XO, Mimi
I am reminded of cool or rainy nights up north at the cottage, I was always freezing. There is a gold cotton quilt in the little linen cupboard that is just for my bed up there. There are large circles of fabrics in rings, and I did not think about it until just now, but the rings are scalloped around the edges with each piece of fabric. I’d wrap myself up in this quilt to keep warm at night. This all reminds me of the sounds of the north at night, the breeze blowing in from the lake, the water, the loons, an owl, a car on the dirt road, or rustling of leaves with an animal, rain drops landing on the A frame roof I was under. Thanks for the memories.
I think of a quilt my mom’s mom made. It is made with squares with all different Sun Bonnet Sue’s. My mom’s mom died when my mom was 11 and my mom just turned 78, so that quilt is truly vintage:)
It reminds me of my MIL making me this quilted blanket – it’s beautiful, but it does not fit my house at all – LOL!! I still love it since she made it just for me….
I am reminded of the unfinished quilt top in my closet that I need to actually finish and turn into a quilt! I love to sew but have never really done much quilting. I’m always amazed at the beautiful, intricate works of art that I’ve seen at quilt shows. I think it’s the same colors and patterns that attract me to stamping.
My memory of quilts will have to be my paternal grandmother’s “State/Bird” Quilt. She made it with each state as a square. There is a star for the capital, information about when the state became a state and the State Bird is Embrodiered with each state. Everyone loves it and we had to but all the families names in a hat to see who would get it upon my grandmothers passing. My Mother was the lucky winner. She is an AVID quilter and made quilts for both of my children including a quilt of cars with Personallized Names (of biz from our town) on each truck.
First thing that comes to my mind is “Double Wedding Ring”. My mother made a quilt using this pattern and I still have it. It’s so frail and special that I use it as a hanging rather than putting it on a bed. Quilts also remind me of hard times that pioneer women went through. How they saved each precious scrap in order to make a warm quilt for someone special.
A quilt top my mom inherited that she had for years. I remember the round ‘flower’ design (the real name escapes me). She was never a quilter, so the quilt was never finished. I wonder what happened to it.
Like many others, my first thought is of a quilt my Grandmother pieced and quilted just for me. It is a dutch doll quilt bordered with a yellow gingham and quilted in a bowtie motif. It was the first and only quilt she did using the bowtie quilting stitches. She made a quilt for each and every grandchild. That was saying something as she had 22 grandchildren. My grandmother has been in Heaven for 28 years now, but I still treasure my quilt!
When I hear the word “quilt”, I think of the first time I visited my friend Sara’s home for Spring Break back in college. Her mother, a kind, thoughtful, kind woman, was an avid quilter, and had made a queen sized quilt for each of her three children when she was expecting each of them. The best part is that she had sewn a pocket in the back-side, where she had inserted a letter written to each of her children. It was such a beautiful thing, that it has inspired me to do the same with my newborn son.
I think of the quilts my mother has spent her lifetime collecting.
Quilting used to remind me of my Grandma, but my first thought now is a prayer quilt that was made for my son, Ethan. He is 3, almost 4 and is in remission from cancer. My husband’s aunt sent this prayer quilt from some friends where she lives and it has the story of I think I can, I think I can…..the train that needed to deliver toys up the big mountain for all the little girls and boys. There are strings between the quilt pieces and when you tie them you are supposed to say a prayer for our little boy. It is an adorable quilt that we proudly display in his train themed bedroom!
Thanks for the chance to win.
Alicia Weiman
Quilting definitely reminds me of my grandmother – watching her put together beautiful quilts and anticipating the amazing results. 🙂
Quilt to me means snuggling up on a cold winters day with the heater going and watching an old movie on TV – something I would like to be doing here now (Australia) as it is a cold and wet day.
When my daughter was small, I made many of her outfits myself. There were Halloween costumes, Easter and Christmas dresses, nightgowns and doll clothes too. I spent hours at the sewing machine while my husband worked late and embellished several outfits with embroidery, buttons and other decorative elements. Many of those special clothes have been packed away for years. I finally decided to make a simple quilt with four inch squares and unbleached muslin to keep the memories fresh. That quilt is sitting on a shelf of the linen closet waiting for her to use it in her own home when she wants it.
My mom! She made beautiful quilts! She passed away 14 years ago. When I’m missing her, I just wrap myself up in my favorite one that stays in our family room year round. It’s like her arms wrapping around me and giving me a big hug from above!
Memories of my best friends mom…she makes the most gorgeous quilts… i am too impatient, I just cant take the time like she does.
When I think of quilts, I think of my mom, because she has been making them for as long as I can remember. She has made tons of them.
handmade with love. Unusual, but a little quilted dog that was given to my son when he was born. He carried that dog around with him for years, and I kept piecing and sewing it together.
I think of the adorable Pooh quilt that my cousin made for my son when he was a baby.
The first memory that comes to mind is really not mine, it’s my husband’s. He has an old quilt that his grandmother made for him many, many years ago. He cherishes that quilt as much as he cherishes her memory. And that is just one of the reasons I love him so.
As many others, the first thing I think of is my grandmother’s quilt. She made it from scraps of material left over from making clothes for the children in our family. That poor quilt is falling apart now from use. It also makes me a little sad because we don’t tend to make heirloom pieces like this anymore.
When I think of quilt, I think of my sister who is about ten years older than I. She was committed to being a stay at home mom and found so many to make life special for her family. I fondly remember how she hand sewed beautiful quilts for each of her three children when she was pregnant with them. Those quilts have always meant so much to each of my nieces and my nephew. Thank you for the opportunity to reminisce!
watching my mom make quilts for us. we still have them in use at our lake home.
My favorite quilt is the “photo/memory” quilt my mom and brother made for me. I have a cottage in Michigan and one summer my brother took lots of pictures of my 3 kids and all our various activities at the cottage. My mom and brother then took the photos, printed them on fabric and made a beautiful quilt. It is huge and is hanging on the wall at home. I can look at it all winter and think about all the wonderful summer memories I have.
I think of my grandma when I think of quilts. She didn’t make them herself, but she always had some around that her friends had made. There is just something so comforting about a hand-made quilt.
when I think of the word quilt I remember the baby quilt I took everywhere with me when I was a toddler. I still remember the red apple print on some of the blocks. I also think of the quilt my aunt Cora made me years ago which is my favorite thing to cuddle up in on the couch! She stitched the entire thing by hand and I will always treasure it. 🙂
I think of the quilt my mother-in-law made for my daughter. It was a Sunbonnet Sue quilt. She died when my daughter was just 5 years old. I still have the quilt although it is pretty worn. My daughter is now 39 years old.
Quite honestly, when I first read that we will be able to leave a comment tonight about quilting, the first & only memory that was foremost in my mind was the introduction of the Quilt Sampler & Quilt Sampler Sentiments Stamp sets that you posted recently! 🙂 I totally love them because I can make fast quilts on paper instead the time-consuming fabric ones, which I love, but don’t have the patience to make them.
of my mom and I watching the Quilt in a Day lady on public tv – Eleanor and watching her toss scraps over her shoulder all carefree and learning assembly line sewing – just like assembly line stamping that I like now! Ooooh, hope I win! 😀
My mother has a quilt that her grandmother made when she was pregnant with me.
I just had my first memory of a quilt and its the one I just made for my son! None of my grandmother’s quilted and I always wanted to learn how, so I taught myself this past winter. Its simple, but I loved learning how to quilt!
The first thing I thing of is my grandmother she was always quilting when I came to visit.
My grandma. She is always making us quilts. She makes us them to put away for when she is no longer around anymore. I hate to think of that time. Gotta love grandmas!!!
Memories of helping my Granmother! I loved to cut the patches apart and lay them out for her. Thanks for the chance to win!
I think about the heavy denim quilt that my mother-in-law made out of my husband’s jeans as a child. it made a great beach blanket this year : )
When I think of quilts I think of my sister-in-law who has been making quilts forever!
I think of the quilt my mom made for me as a baby. I still have it to this day! =)
i made my daughter a quilt for her crib before she was born. i had so much fun! i had a friend who quilted help me. i wish i had time to do more! i loved the planning of the pieces…actually i enjoyed the whole process.
i can’t wait to play with this quilting set.
The first memory that comes to mind is a very recent one. My mom just took up quilting in the last 2 years, so everyone in my family has gotten a quilt lately. Last year she was working on one for my daughter. We helped her pick out the fabrics for the quilt. They were the most vibrant(almost neon) colors I have ever seen. It looks nice all put together, but it sure was interesting in the planning stages. I guess that’s what happens when you let a 9 year-old pick out colors!
When I hear the word “quilt”, I think of being comforted. I don’t have many quilts, but have an afghan my grandmother made me 30 years or so ago and we still use it, best thing ever. I might actually get a quilt done!!
Kim
When I think of the word “quilt” I immediately think of my grandma. She made a quilt for every one of her kids and was going to make one for all of the grandkids too. Unfortunately, she passed away before she could but I just love the quilt that is on my mom and dad’s bed and I know that someday that will be passed down to me or my brother.
My “Big Mother” — her Sunday dress made from an old quilt, her chicken dinners, and the quilts she made as a new bride that I and my children snuggled when we were young. Every patch was a memory for her.
When I hear the word quilt, I instantly think of my great-grandmother (aka Grand-Mommy). I would spend at least a week with her every summer. She passed away in 1991 at the age of 91 and was as sharp as a tack; I was eleven. When it came time for the family to go through Grand-Mommy’s belongings, they discovered a quilt hidden in her cedar chest. On the quilt was a note that she had written and then sewn onto it. The note had my name on it along with telling me it was quilted in 1909 by her and her grandmother. The quilt is now in my cedar chest and I hope to one day be able to sew my own note onto it.
I don’t have any “authentic” quilts but my spare bedroom has a Martha Stewart one. Love it. So I am afraid I don’t have any memories other than when I bought it. haha
When I hear the word “quilt,” I think of the handmade Sunbonnet Sue quilt that my Aunt Patty gave me for my 13th birthday. It’s a bit worn now, 35 years later, but still a treasure from my childhood… one of the few that I have.
I think of my mom. She would sit for hours in front of her quilting hoop and hand stitch fabric. Sweet memories!
Carol
My grandmother and I made a quilt together during one of her visits. I was only about 10 or 11 and my stitches weren’t straight, but I sewed little squares together and Granny stitched my blocks together and quilted it for me. I still have that quilt . . . it is priceless.
Thanks for the great memory.
Hugs,
Colleen
I think of the quilts I have that my grandma made for me. There was even one that had little birds in the squares with places for me to write birthdays or addresses of my friends. I love how no quilt is like another one…they are all so unique in their own way.
When I hear the word quilt, I think of the impossible made possible. The imperfect made perfect, the unusable made into functional beauty. Pieces of things, that which on their own, don’t mean much, but when arranged and put together create something lovely and valuable. Something that gives warmth and comfort.
I think of my ma’ma, she and my mom have made over a dozen quilts for my family. My kids all have at least 2 quilts to take with them. My ma’ma made quilts up until 4 months before she passed away at the age of 93. What a treasure! Thanks for making this stamp set, I can’t wait to buy it and make my mom and my aunts some cards with it!
“Quilt” brings back memories of growing up in western Pennsylvania and the quilts made by the Amish ladies that were hanging in their yards.
The word “quilt” reminds me of the countryside; a rocking chair in front of a warm fireplace and the smell of apple pie cooking in the kitchen. 🙂
I think of my grandmother. She would save old clothes and cut out pieces for her quilts. She sewed all of the pieces together by hand. She usually would be working on several quilts at the same time.
When I think of quilts I think of our cozy lake cabin, sitting by the fire and just spending time with my family.
All the beds in the cabin have handmade quilts. It really gives it the welcome home kind of feel.
The word quilt reminds me of all of the beautiful handstitched quilts that my mother-in-law owns.Each one has it’s own story!
Barbara
When I hear the word “quilt” I always think of my grandmother (as it seems most people do) and even my own mother. They both loved quilting very much. Now that I’m pregnant with my first child, i keep hoping they will make her a beautiful quilt of her own 🙂
When I hear the word “quilt”, I always think of my Mom hand embroidering quilt squares on her lap while my sister and I figure skated. The first quilt that she made more than 20 years ago still exists but she’s made many since then. She made extremely wonderful and special one for my son for the day he came home from the hospital. Ahh…. fond memories indeed!
When I hear the word quilt it reminds me of my grandmother. She used to have lots of quilts and afgans around her house. Plus she would knit some of them for all of her grandkids. They were always the most warm and cozy blankets to use.
When I hear the word “quilt” I think of my blanket I had when I was young. It brought me great comfort.
I live in PA Dutch country and when I think of quilts, I think of driving along the countryside and seeing them haning out on the wash line in all shapes, sizes and colors. It is really quite pretty and just always reminds me of home.
The thought of quilts brings back sweet, comforting memories of my grandmother and me, as a very young child, snuggling up under a quilt (which she handpieced and handquilted) and reading stories on her comfy couch.
I always think of going to the local fabric store with my mom to pick out some fun fabrics to include in a quilt. I also remembering watching my mom quilt while she watched TV or hung out with us in the living room. In fact, I have a quilt on my bed right now. 😀 So much love and memories embedded in a few pieces of cloth!
The word quilt reminds me of a kitty quilt that my gramma made me when I was a kid. I slept with it every night!
Comfort – nothing like a beautiful handmade quilt to snuggle under!
cozy, comfortable, and memories.
When I was a child, we lived outside the United States. When we would fly back for visits, we always stayed with my grandparents. The guest room had two beds, both covered by beautiful quilts my grandmother had made. I loved sleeping under those quilts! My other grandmother made intricate quilts for my dolls. This new quilt stamp set will be lovely. Thanks for the chance to win.
It reminds me of my great grandma when she lived in the house we now own.
I think of family, warmth, and comfort.
The first thing that comes to mind is my grandmother!!
Thanks for a chance to win Nichole!!
Lori M
When I think of the word quilt it reminds me of my grandmother. When I go to visit her in the winter she has her huge quilt frame set up in the basement and is doing her hand stitching. She often makes her visitors pull up a chair and help with some of the work. I’m not a quilter but I know that I have contributed to many of the quilts she has made. I cherish each quilt she has given me!
My mother – quilts remind me of her. She spends many hours making quilts and quilted goodies like purses and table runners for family and friends as gifts. She just finished making one today for my 85 year old grandma for her upcoming 86th birthday!
When I hear the word quilt, I associate it with something that makes you feel better. A lot of love goes into a quilt. Many woman in my family are quilters, my daughter has a quilt from my aunt and it is one of her prized possessions. A quilt is more than a blanket, it surrounds you with love and memories, its a piece of family history.
My first memory would be… being just 16 working my first job at a craft store(Ben Franklin Crafts)… learning all about fabric & the ways of quilting from all of the ladies I was lucky enough to work with…and then accomplishing my first quilt square.. I was so proud :)so much was learned from those ladies 🙂
Growing up in SE TN back in the late 1960’s we did not have central heat in our house. My great grandmother had taken the clothes that her children had outgrown and cut them up to use them for quilting squares, binding them together with a variety of stitches and backed with a warm flannel or twill. Fabrics such as corduroy or flannel were typically heavier than they are now, and this quilt was lined with an older quilt – a great substitute for batting. As a child, I could barely move under it, but it provided much more than warmth – it gave my sister and I a sense of security – something hard to find in a single-parent household. I still have it, and it it still awesome.
Reminds me of the movie “Stepmom”, silly but true!
My late grandfather used to say “What is the point of cutting big pieces of material only to sew them all back together again?” Men! 🙂
When I start a new quilt I think about what he said and it makes me smile.
Everytime I think of quilting I wish I could quilt! I think they are beautiful and such an artform.
I have no real quilt memories. My grandmother crocheted, so we often received homemade afghans.
I first think I wish I could quilt, or even sew. As for a memory, I think of the quilt that my family uses everyday that was made by my husband’s grandmother. She can no longer sew, so it’s really nice to have this reminder of something she loved to do and did because she loved us.
The first memory that popped into my head was when 2 of my sisters and I took evening classes at our local high school for hand quilting. What a great time that was. With the three of us living in different parts of the country now, it is fun to remember those evenings together.
A quilt that my best friend made for my son 17 years ago. He had to sleep with it always and take it everywhere. He’s 18 and he still has that beautiful quilt in his closet.
Warm by the fire in January with a big snow storm raging and my favorite book.
My first memory that comes to mind when I think about quilts is the quilt my great grandma made me. It was all soft and well worn, it had wonderful wool ties in between each square. I remember loving to feel all the different textures of each square.
Rieca
When I think of the word quilt, I think of the warm snuggly one I had as a child!
Going to my grandmother’s house and seeing her quilts on the feather beds. They were all made with scraps of old clothing because they didn’t have much money but they were beautiful
I think of the quilt my mother-in-law made for my daughter. It was a Sunbonnet Sue quilt. She died when my daughter was just 5 years old. I still have the quilt although it is pretty worn. My daughter is now 39 years old.
Quilts equal my grandma — who we called Mamaw. She made beautiful quilts — but utilitarian and that are still used by my family today. I love how these scraps of fabric created art in those olden days when she had very little.
Quilts reminds me of going to craft shows and seeing all of the cool work people do!
It reminds me of the quilts that my grandmother and great grandmother made that have been passed down to my dad.
My first memory that came to me was of my “crazy quilt” that my great grandmother made for me when I was born. I needed a blanket the other day for my baby so my daughter grabbed a blanket from the drawer~ she grabbed my crazy quilt. It still is in great condition for being 33 years old!
When I think of a quilt, I think of being wrapped up in one in my bed and the comfort and warmth and coziness I feel. I am reading a book and drinking a warm cup of tea and feel safe and relaxed with no thoughts of the world outside! 🙂 Thanks for the chance! What a great release this month!
I think of my Grandmother – she had beautiful quilts on all of her beds – they were so soft and beautiful!
Quilts remind me of the quilt I have on one of my beds that my grandmother made.
It makes me think of my mom and all the things she used to make for my sisters and me when we were young. She is an amazing sewer although she doesn’t sew too much any more.
When I think of quilt I think of the beautiful baby quilt my aunt gave me when I had my first child. My daughter is now 24 and still loves that little quilt. I think of both my aunt and my daughter every time I see that little quilt. It’s a warm feeling
The baby quilts my Grandma makes for all her grandchildren when they are born. My son and daughter each have one – they will be cherished forever.
My only memory of a quilt is wanting one but never getting one cause they were so expensive!
My Grandma Bea comes to mind when I think of quilt. She made me a patchwork quilt for my high school graduation with scraps of fabric that she had. I could look at all those scraps of fabric and they would bring back memories as she used to sew clothes for me and my sisters when we were younger. Simpler times.
Julie Kaehler
ejkaehler@yahoo.com
There was a quilt folded at the bottom of my bed when I was a child. I never knew it’s history or the loving hands that made it. It wasn’t a busy pattern, the colors were soft and muted,it’s warmth unforgettable.
I immediately think Grandma- she used to make them!!! I still have several but I am afraid to use them in case they get ruined
I think of a cozy evening, snuggled in a quilt!
i think of the afghan (not technically a quilt…) my mom made me when i was a baby, and 30 years later i still have it, and it’s in excellent shape!
My memory would be my when great-grandmother visiting us for a month every August and she would quilt. I was so excited when she brought a handmand quilt and it was a gift for me. I was so excited. I used that quilt until there wasn’t much left of it. I always enjoyed her company and was so sad when summer was over and she went home. 🙂
i think of pure homemade goodness!:)
My grandmother quilted by hand hundreds of blankets. I still have the one she made me as a baby. It is yellow and silky, and she quilted a lamb on it. I can still remember the quilt frame set up in her living room.
My Grandmother. She was always quilting. In the summer I would watch her and be amazed at her skill. She made quilts for each of her grandchildren when we got married. And then again when we had our first child. Her quilts hold a place of honor in my home.
When I hear “quilt”, I think of all the amazing women from years gone by, who lovingly sewed masterpieces to keep their families warm and cozy.
“Gran” – my husband’s maternal grandmother, who was a master quilter. After DH & I had been married several years, she got fed up with waiting for us to have a kid, so she just went ahead and made us several adorable baby quilts! Sadly, she passed away the year before our son was born, but every time we use the gorgeous quilts she made us, we remember her beautiful spirit.
Hours and hours of handmade love
I have the book “Chicken soup for the quilter’s sole”, there are some awesome stories that really touched my heart as my grandmother was a quilter. It brings back treasured memories of times past.
First thing that comes to mind is dedication and pride. My brother-in-law is in the military and was injured. He received some beautiful handmade quilts and was fortunate to meet some of the ladies that made them. They are very special to him and our family.
When I hear quilt, I think of making quilts for my children before they were born. My son is 27 and I still have the quilt that I made for him. My daughter is 23 and I also have hers. I’ll hold onto them forever.
It also reminds me of the Parish Picnics when the coverall bingo winners would win a handmade quilt! Those were the days!
Comfort, Warmth, and Love. Quilts are the unspoken results of these three feelings. What more can you say? I love all of the stamp sets for this release. You all have really outdone yourselves! Kudos!
The first thing I think of is being a small child at my Aunts’ house. It being late at night and my Aunt wrapping me up in one of her many quilts to go to sleep. Thanks for the chance to win!
I think of patches of fabric that familys have memories of, a t-shirt worn or a very first outfit. All those memories are put into that quilt to touch and remember from days back when. Lots of precious memories!
My grandma comes to mind. As little kids she would make us quilts. When i had both of my sons, she made them one each. it was perfect i will always have something of hers, and so will my boys.=)
I guess the first thing I think of is finding out that 3 of my aunts also quilt. I decided to teach myself to quilt when I was about 18. I was living in TX and away from most of my family. When I came home on a visit and was showing my creation to folks at my Grandma’s house, I learned that 3 of my aunts also quilt!!! It was a wonderful discovery and we swap quilt stories and play “show and tell” a lot! And it’s great to have aunts handy for advice and help when I get stuck!
I am really excited about these new sets! Thanks so much for creating them!!!
My grandmother’s quilt frames were suspended from the ceiling of her large screened porch in the summertime. I remember sitting underneath the quilt she was working on and watching her needle go in and out….
The first thing that came to my mind is the adorable quilt that was made for my oldest granddaughter by her other grandma. It is such a pretty combination of pink, girly prints. Her other grandma is gone now, so I’m glad she will always have this beautiful quilt to remember her.
I think of the quilt that was handmade by one of Mom’s older relatives. We had several around the house, but this was the “outdoor” quilt used for picnics, going to the fireworks, sitting along a parade route…all those fun summer activities.
There are not many “sew-ers” in my family. My aunt got into sewing machine quilts when I was in high school and made me and my 3 siblings quilts for Christmas her first year and we all LOVED them, so much so, that the next Christmas she gave my sister and I are own quilt boxes — all the stuff we’d need to make our own quilts with my mom’s sewing machine. . .. we gave the box to a church group several years later. Just because we loved our quilts did not mean we had any talent or desire to make our own!!! 😉
My mother loved making quilts. I think each of my siblings and our children have a quilt made by my mother. She really outdid herself with the quilt she made for my daughter. Unfortunately that was the last quilt she made as she passed away 2 1/2 years ago. As my daughter gets older she may not remember a lot about her “Grandma Susie”, but she will always have that lovely quilt.
Valerie
When I was a little girl my grandparents had a cottage on Safire Lake near Cadillac Michigan. We used to go to a flea market there every Sat. Once we got a twin sized, tufted quilt. The fabric was a print of children of many lands in traditional costumes. It was backed in blue, edged in red ric-rac and tufted with red yarn. I loved that quilt and slept with it until I went to college. At that point it was in tatters anyway, but the first memory that comes to my mind when I hear the word quilt is that quilt and summers on that beautiful lake.
Quilts to me mean Home. Whenever I go home I snuggle up with a cup of tea and a pile of my mother’s quilting magazines and lose myself in another world for a couple of hours.
The first thing that comes to mind is the first quilt that I made. I used a yard stick to measure with and scissors to cut the fabric. I has a few holes, but it has kept us covered up for years now and is a great reminder of how far you can come if you keep practicing. -Molly B
My first thought is this…My husband and I have a very old and worn patchwork-style quilt on our bed that his grandmother made a very long time ago. His grandmother passed away recently, and we are so thankful to have a tangible memory linking our family to her.
My second thought…I wish I knew how to quilt!!!!
Quilt—first memories are of lying on the floor on top of a Dresden Plate quilt my mother made out of scraps of fabrics left from the cloths she made my sister, brother and me. Pointing out all our favorites! Then wrapping our selves up in the quilt to watch our favorite TV shows.
It makes me think of my grandmother, who is now in her 90’s and is still quilting — by hand only– no sewing machines for her for her quilts. When I was little, I would visit her every summer for a couple of weeks. One summer she let me pick out a pattern (I picked pansies), and I started cross-stitching the blocks. After about a year, I had finished most of the blocks, but had tired of the project. She finished it and quilted it, and I cherish it to this day! My Grandma makes quilts for every grandchild and great-grandchild (and there are many!) for their births, graduations, and weddings. I love you, Grandma, and I treasure all of your quilts! When I think about the things I would grab if there was a fire in my house, my Grandma’s quilts are right up there with my scrapbooks and photo albums. I can’t wait to make a card for her with this set!
I think of the wedding ring quilt that my grandmother and her church friends made for me 20 years ago: it’s pink, and I have it on my bed in Spring and Summer…makes me think of her, too 🙂
Visiting Amish country with my family! The beautiful quilts hanging outside in the breeze against the green rolling landscape…….heaven!!!
Thanks for the chance to win!
Heather B.
When I think of “quilts”, I think of my favorite quilt…It is the wedding ring and my great-great grandmother made it. It is absolutely beautiful and has been passed down to my Grandmother. One day, it will be mine, but until then, I’m content just to look at it on grandma’s bed…
When I hear the word quilt I think of a quilt my father’s mother made me as a baby … made from squares of some of her favourite dresses (then worn out). I treasure that quilt to this day! Karen
I think of going to Amish country in Ohio where I grew up. My husband has a special quilt made for him by his moma and grandmother.
Quilts reminds me of going to craft shows and seeing all of the cool work people do!
The memory that comes to mind is being given several beautiful handmade quilts as wedding gifts by my husband’s aunts. That was almost 26 years now and I still enjoy using them.
My first thought is of my mom. She always wanted to make a quilt. She would study her quilting magazines like I study my stamping ones. Unfortunately, she passed away before she ever had the chance to make her quilt.
A very sweet memory immediately come to my mind. The first quilt I made was for my daughter and I used all the different materials from all the dresses and outfits I had made her thus far. It was something she treasured. When she was 8 her favorite companian, our dog, died in my arms on the kitchen floor. My daughter ran and got her quilt and wrapped it around him. She insisted he be burried in it also. It is by far one of the most touching moments I have ever experienced in my life. I love remembering it. I made her the quilt with all my love and she gave it away with all her love. Thanks for the opportunity to share my very special memory.
My gramma, who taught quilting and made quilts out of her “house dresses”!! I can still look at a square and remember the dress!
It reminds of my when I watched my grandmother making a quilt. She made the most gorgeous ones.
When I hear the word quilt, I instantly think of my great-grandmother (aka Grand-Mommy). I would spend at least a week with her every summer. She passed away in 1991 at the age of 91 and was as sharp as a tack; I was eleven. When it came time for the family to go through Grand-Mommy’s belongings, they discovered a quilt hidden in her cedar chest. On the quilt was a note that she had written and then sewn onto it. The note had my name on it along with telling me it was quilted in 1909 by her and her grandmother. The quilt is now in my cedar chest and I hope to one day be able to sew my own note onto it.
my grandmother. I tried to post before but I don’t see it.
Quilt = comfort. The entertwining of history and handiwork. When I was little, it was an honor to be allowed to sit with my grandmother and her friends around the table and “quilt”. Oh they never let me touch the real quilts… But they taught me to sew. And the stories they told. Fiesty older Texan women. hahaha It was so much fun. It always smelled of linement and dust because of the “arthritis” that several of them had. huh… that is a strange thing to add. Anyway… quilts are life… comfort… and they last forever if well cared for.
Hugs…
emily
I did 3 baby quilts, 2 for my sister and 1 for my best friend. They were stamped cross stitch and because I am visually impaired, each of those stitches were crossed with extra love. Sewing wasn’t my best subject in Home Ec and my neighbour helped me to put the batting and backs on the quilts. It brought a tear or two to my eyes when my best friend’s little girl showed me her well preserved quilt last year at a party to celebrate her Grade 12 Graduation.
My “Quilt Memory” was when my daughter was 10 years old and she wanted a quilt for her room. Since I loved to craft, sew, scrapbook, etc., I went looking for a place I could take a lesson and make the quilt for her. I found Elanor Burns “Quilt in a Day” and signed up the her log cabin quilt. It was a fun adventure, but to this day I have never made another quilt. My daughter still has the one and only.
My mother is the first thing that comes to my mind. My mother made many quilts when I was a child growing up. Those are very fond memories. Thanks for the chance!!
Quilt – makes me laugh out loud at my attempts to make one! I’m dangerous with a sewing machine apparently. Did you know your shirt shouldn’t be attached to the quilt?
I think of my mother when I think of the word quilt. She made her first quilt for me. I took it to college with me and still have it. That was almost 30 years ago and I think of her every time I look at it.
First thing that comes to mind is my mom’s bedroom when I was a little kid. She had the most beautiful quilt on her bed. She still has it on there too 🙂
Grandma! I remember as a child watching my grandmother make quilts.
When I hear the word “quilt” I think of the homemade quilt that my best friend and I made the summer before my freshman year in college. We placed it on an old-fashioned quilting frame, and a huge group of us all quilted and tied the cover that I used for my very first dorm room. I still own that quilt to this day.
I look forward to using PTI’s new quilt set to create cards that are reminscient of those days. Hopefully I’ll win it! Karolyn Loncon (garkarlon@msn.com)
When I was a young girl growing up in Korea, my grandmother made me a cloth doll and a quilt to match. I wish I had kept that doll and the quilt but it remains a priceless toy for me. To me, they were more valuable than any other dolls in the world.
My mom, she makes quilts that are special. She made my sister and I each one with unique images, and then made one for my grandparents one year where she stiched every home they lived in in black thread on white muslin, then stiched the houses we were living in and my Uncle’s family were living in. It was amazing, a true gift and a life long beauty.
Quilts for me conjures up my remembrance of the beautiful elderly lady who was a patient alongside myself in a rehabilitation ward. When I saw her handsewing a block and mentioned I wish that a quilt was something I wish I had to give to my young daughter, she merely asked me what colour did we favour. The next day, she had her daughter bring us a beautiful blue and white quilt that she gave us – just like that! She donated all of her quilts to charity and she was still doing it at a young 82! I will always be grateful for her generousity and beautiful spirit.
Our favorite blanket–My husband’s grandmother hand quilted it. Everyone in our family wants to use it. It was one of the last ones she made.
I immediately thought of my grandmother. She was a quilter and made all of us quilts. She has since made one for each of her great grandchildren as well (she’s 81 now). I still use mine!
I love the cotton feel and the softness & warmth of quilts…not to mention the beautiful colors and patterns. So much love put into each one…and usually they are made for someone special.
My Me-maw!! She loved fabric and loved to sew! I treasure the quilt she made for me when I was a little girl! She used fabric from my dresses, nightgowns, and shirts! What wonderful memories! Thanks for letting me share!
The first memory that comes to mind is a quilt that my great-grandmother made – it was a butterfly pattern with random materials for the wings – by the time my mom used it, the quilt was as soft as a favorite pair of blue jeans!!!
The quilt my grandma made me when I was a child and it had fabric from all my families clothes in it and I knew I was surrounded by all my favorite people!
I regret that my memory of quilts is not a positive one. When I was first married, and very young, my mother-in-law gave me a patchwork quilt that her sister had made. In my youth I didn’t have respect or appreciation for it. At the time it “wasn’t my style” – way too busy. I didn’t take care of it properly and it really hurt my mother in law. To this day I feel terrible for not appreciating it. I have learned and grown.
When I think of “quilt,” I think of my mother-in-law who passed away just over a year ago. Quilting was her favorite hobby. In recent years, she took the squares my husband’s grandmother sewed years ago and finished them into several quilts. As her last project, she made the quilt for my daughter’s nursery. How special to us in many, many ways.
I have a quilt that my great grandmother made and it has been passed down to me, it’s stowed away in a trunk at the foot of our bed.
When I had a little girl I wanted to learn to sew and make her all the smocked dresses and other sweet things a girl should have and so I learned. I was always sad when she began to out grow things but I made more. Then I saw a quilt pattern and in each square was a dress, a miniature of one a little girl had worn and I new instantly that when she was too old to sew for I would learn to quilt and make that for her (or me!). I have saved every thing I have made her and scraps of all the fabrics so I will be all set! I am still very happy to be making things for her to wear and keep her little for as long as I can!
Victoria
i love the look of quilts and wish I could have enough time to make one, my grandmother was the quilt maker and I remember cosy times in the winter when I was a child in front of the fire
well the first thing comes to my mind, is the quilt that I made, I was going to give it to my son, who I was carrying still when I made it – but actually it was more my colors 😉 so I kept it and made him a more boyish one! 🙂 also I think about the little quilt that I had as a girl, my grandmas made it and my mom & aunts could recall the dresses that had that the scraps came from 😉
thanks for the FUN contest!
my first thought that came to mind was my great grandmother’s quilts. She did an amazing job! The thought of trying to replicate anything close to what she did puzzles me.
Thanks for the opportunity Nichole
I love all of the new stuff!
kisha
creativelysharing@yahoo.com
kdavissharingsomething.blogspot.com
I absolutely LOVE the quilt I bought when i was first married. It is one of my most favorite things in my house. I was actually trying to find another one somewhere, in case this one ever gets wrecked or worn out.
I think that I wish that I had the time and talent to make one!!
My baby quilt – large green checkered fabric with a green ruffle and tied with white yarn. I still have it and you can see all the repairs in the corners from safety-pinning my quilt around my neck to play superhero. It was one of our favorite pastimes. (me and my sister and brothers) We did it so much that the fabric tore. My quilt was well-loved and I will never part with it. 🙂
My grandmother–the many hours I spent at their house–getting to sleep in the “big bed” in the extra bedroom–coziness and lots of love!
When I think of a quilt, I think of…warmth, alot of TLC and a hard work!
hmmmm……have to say that word makes me think of curling up with a good book in the winter! love love LOVE the quilt set!!!
Oh, my little brother (who is 22 now) had the softest handmade quilt. It was his blankie and he had it for years.
Memories, my great grandmother who died when I was in high school used to make quilts. I have one and it is something that I treasure.
My great grandmother would always sew all of our birthday/christmas presents, for the WHOLE family. When you outgrew your pajamas, dresses, etc. She would cut them up for scrap. When there was a baby born, they received a quilt made of the scraps. They were inchie quilts!! My great grandmother was the queen of recycling. She was probably the first to make an upcycled creation. The cool thing was that everyone could look at the quilt and say, “hey that was my sunday dress” or “hey, those were my jammies!”
I still have my quilt from over 30 years ago!
The word quilt brings back a lot of memories but the first thing that pops into my head is HOME!
My grandmother – right now I’m looking at the quilt she made for me out of the scraps of all the outfits she made for me when I was growing up! I can look at each piece of the quilt and remember that particular outfit – she was wonderful at sewing!
I remember the first quilt I made! I just pulled it out about 2 months ago (to cover an unsightly couch:)! ). It is a log cabin quilt, and I remember the one fabric that was important for me to find and use was a green ticking stripe. I loved it – used it on the back of the quilt as well as the top. Thanks for the chance to win!! 🙂
The memories of the baby quilts both my kids had! We would have to take them everywhere and they wouldn’t sleep without them!!
I think of the Sunbonnet Sue (or whatever her name is) quilt. I have a bright pink one that my great-grandmother made for my mother to take to college. I also love sleeping under a quilt…heavy but not too hot 🙂
“Quilt” makes me think of the quilt blocks I have (based on the homeschool curriculum we use) waiting to be made into quilts for my three children.
When I hear the word quilt I instantly think of my grandmother. She made me three quilts that she called crazy ouilts. She never wasted a scrap of fabric so she used all her scraps to make quilts, the crazy quilts. Just last weekend my mom gave me one of the quilts that I had forgotten about. I have been married 40 years this Aug. and that quilt has been at mom’s all this time.
Helping my mom make a quilt when I was 8. It was my first time watching her make it. It seemed at that time like it took forever to finish it, but when it was finally done, it was just so beautiful and a sense of satisfaction that we actually made that together!
I think of summers spent at my Grandma’s…she was always working on one. And for my high school graduation, she gave me one as a gift. I treasure that quilt!
When I hear ‘quilt’, the first thing I think is Grandma. For as long as I can remember, Grandma has had several quilts going at the same time. She made us a king sized wedding ring quilt for our wedding. I am the oldest grandchild by many years, my nearest cousin is 17 years younger. Grandma decided to make each of the grandchildren their wedding quilts while she ‘still could’ even though several were in diapers and a few hadn’t arrived yet. She has now finished the quilts for all the grandkids AND the currently five great-grandchildren. What a legacy of love my grandma will leave!
I think of the baby quilt someone made for a friend’s baby and the one I’m still hoping to make for my baby (who is 5 months).
My mother makes beautiful quilts and always sews them with love.
Quilting reminds me of my grandmother.She was a young married woman during the depression and always made quilts,clothes,aprons, linens, whatever she could to save on money. Her quilts are very dear to me now.
I think of my kids quilts. Their great aunt made one for each of them and they are mine and their absolute favorite blankets to cuddle up with when they are sick or sad. They are everything a quilt should be, comforting, warm and perfect.
I used to sit behind my grandmother’s treadle sewing machine and clip the patchwork pieces apart and give them back up to her. I was 4 or 5 at the time. Now 40+ years later, I still curl up under one of her quilts. Beautiful stamp set!
A childhood quilt that I still have. It was made by my great aunt. I sure do miss her!
When I hear the word Quilt, it reminds me of grandmother. Everytime we would visit she would be making a quilt for someone. It was such a surprise when I got married that I finally received one of her quilts. As it turned out it would be the last that she made. I treasure that quilt and don’t let anyone use it.
My husbands’ great-grandmother made a small quilt for her baby that has been passed down through the generations and we have it now for our son. It’s over 100 years old.
First thing I think about when I hear “quilt” well actually I have a quilt that my FIL got just for me like 6 years ago. I was in SHOCK when he came to the house and said here Ellie this is for you because he never is one to shop for anything even himself he will tell my MIL to do it. I even asked my MIL if she had gone out and bought it for me because I loved what she picked but come to find out she didn’t even know he done that.. SO to me its very special as a matter of fact I am using it right now since I have the A.C. in my bedroom and my trusty quilt is keeping me comfty 🙂
When I hear the word quilt, I instantly think of my Mother. She started quilting about 10 yrs ago. About 7 yrs ago she gave my husband and I a beautiful quilt for our bed, And has since made one for each of our boys. The quilts are completely done by hand. They are true treasures. She’s also made our tree skirt, a holiday table runner and a gorgeous wall hanging. You just can’t buy that kind of quality. I feel the same way when I make a card for someone special. I put my heart into it and hope they love it as much as I loved making it.
The first memory that comes to mind when I hear “quilt” is opening a package from my grandmother when I was pregnant with my first daughter. Grandma took a quilting class just to learn how to make one for her first great-granddaughter. It has a precious moments theme and is the most beautiful quilt with nothing but love in every stitch.
I absolutely LOVE the quilt I bought when i was first married. It is one of my most favorite things in my house. I was actually trying to find another one somewhere, in case this one ever gets wrecked or worn out.
Visiting Lancaster, PA as a small child and seeing all the beautiful quilts made with solid colors. When I was old enough I learned how to quilt and have made many quilts for family members.
I met my husband in Nov (many years ago), and for my birthday in Feb, his mom gave me a quilt. I was so shocked and thrilled as she hardly knew me. She knows me now, and has not given me a quilt since…. hmmmm.
Thanks
Tracy
It makes me think of the quilts that my husband’s Auntie Camille made for each one of the babies that came along in the family. Each child has a special quilt lovingly made by her an incredibly talented woman who shares her love with all.
Honestly I don’t have a “quilt” memory but when my daughter was born, a family friend crocheted her the most beuatiful pink blanket. We still have it in her memory box.
My grandmother wanted to make a special hand-made quilt for each of her grandkids. I can remember her taking me shopping to pick out the fabric. I was so happy when I received mine. It is an heirloom that I will always treasure.
My Grandma…she made the quilt that was on my bed my entire childhood. Then she made one for me the first Christmas afer I was married. Love Grandma’s quilts.
When I hear quilt, it reminds me of the baby quilts that my husband’s grandmother made for the first grandchild born to each of her children. She had long since passed away by the time our daughter was adopted. Our daughter’s grandfather (my dh’s dad) passed away two months after we got home– but we have a picture of Claire wrapped in that quilt sitting in her grandfather’s lap.
Quilt reminds me of the adorable little baby quilt that my little sister made for my son when he was born. She hand-sewed it all, and it what it lacked in perfection, it MORE than made up for in love!
Cherisse911@hotmail.com
Every time I hear the word “quilt” I think of my great aunt Kathryn {who just turned 103 on July 10th}. She once had a very large collection of hand-made quilts and used to have a story about each treasured one that she owned. She lectured about Amish quilts throughout her entire life. She’s very special to me and every time I see or hear someone mention a quilt, my thoughts immediately turn to her and her blessed life!
I think of the Prayer Quilt ministry that my mother helped start at her church. When they complete a quilt that has been requested by a members of the church or community, it is presented to the congregation. Everyone ties a knot on the quilt, which represents their prayers for the person to whom the quilt is intended. Most who receive a quilt have been ill or hospitalized.
My mother.. I still have one quilt on our bed she made for me when I was younger. It’s getting very worn and torn but I don’t have the heart to throw it out and unfortunately I’m not the seamstress she was so I still use it even with the holes and very thin and worn parts!
The first memory that comes to mind when I think of quilts is learning to crochet granny squares from my grandmother. We’d sit and make a bunch of squares in all colors and when we made the number of squares we estimated, we’d sew them all together to make a “quilt”.
I think of curling up in my grandma’s quilts. Both of my great-grandmothers quilted beautiful quilts. My mother and daughter both quilt now. It has skipped generations though the years.
Sun bonnet girls – the quilt my grandmother made for me
When I hear the word quilt my Grandmother, who I referred to as Mem, immediately comes to mind. I can’t begin to count the many quilts she pieced over the years, but recall enjoying as a very small child opening the cedar chest, the room filling with that familiar scent, crawling in amongst the layers of colourful blocks of cotton stitched together in carefully hand sewn designs and laying there for what seemed like hours looking up at her Victorian wallpapered ceiling making up stories in my mind. She left me when she passed away one of her favourite quilts that had been pieced with pieces of fabric that had been left over from the dresses she had sewn my Mother as a child.
it makes me think of the chill of winter! my sister also makes beautiful quilts! i, on the other hand, am skeered to venture into yet another hobby! lol! i’ll be happy with quilt cards! 😉
“Grandmother” comes to mind. I remember watching my grandmother make quilts. She made each of her grandchildren quilts when they moved from the crib to a bed. Those are all treasured even today most of us are in our 40s/50s. 🙂
The quilt the was on my bed for all of my “growing up” years was hand made by my grandmother! I felt so safe and secure every time I got into bed. What I wouldn’t give to have that quilt back (it was loved to DEATH!!)!
When the word “quilt” comes to mind, I think of the quilt that a friend made for me to give to my first born. We were living in Hawaii at the time and she was known for sewing these gorgeous quilts with Hawaiian style fabrics. I wasn’t pregnant at the time but we were trying. So, she made us a yellow quilt with this Hawaiian plaid. Just gorgeous and a treasured piece. We had baby #1 (a girl) the following year. 🙂
My memory is my grandma. She was a wonderful respected hawaiian quilter. She lovingly made most of her grandchildren a quilt and i was lucky enough to get two and one of the last ones she could make before she past away. I love them and even based my thesis in college on her and her quilting. What a great memory!
Snuggling with Aunt Sue (who has long since passed) in her homemade quilt at her tiny home “down in the country.” I even remember its distinctive fresh smell!
‘Quilt’ makes me think of my mother – she makes beautiful hand-stitched quilts and there’s love in every stitch! She has a craft room and I love to see her in it, with her fabrics and the next quilt-in-progress around her.
When I went away to college, a family “adopted” me. I went to church with them, spent weekends,etc. There was a tiny grandmother, Mammie, who made quilts. I loved to help her sort the beautiful pieces of fabric on Sunday afternoons.
I remember the quilt my memaw gave me that folds into a pillow when I was little. I thought it was SO neat to have a two in one quilt, and I still cherish it to this day 🙂
My three kiddos “olaxing” before bed all wrapped up in the quilts that my Aunt made for each of them.
When I hear the word quilt, I think of my aunt, grandma, and sister-in-law who are/were all very talented ladies that have the ability to make such treasured heirlooms. What a special gift to have!
i think of the beautiful quilt my grandma gave me when she passed away. Thank for a wonderful opportunity, I love the new sets!
My grandma comes to mind. She quilted for many years and has covered all the beds in our family. She also taught my mother and me (and even my brother!) how to quilt. One of my favorite pictures is from my college days — of my great grandmother, my grandma, my mother and me all working on the same quilt.
My grandmother
My first thought is of the last quilt that my GreatGrandma started and was never able to complete. This incomplete quilt top was passed on to my Grandma and my Mom. My Mother in Law completed the quilt and this beautiful keepsake is now is on display in my bedroom. It is a true piece of many hearts, and I treasure it!
My Grandma. She wanted to make sure all of her Granddaughter’s had a quilt that she made. She knew she probably wouldn’t be around to make them and give them to each of us on our wedding day, so she made them ahead of time and her daughter (my aunt) gave them to us. Now, I make them for all of my niece’s and nephew’s and of course my Grandson’s. Keeping up with the niece’s and nephew’s can get pretty busy in this family, lol!! My niece had triplet’s so I had to come up with three different color design’s, that was hard. I am now working on one for my newest nephew, due to arrive in a couple of week’s. His baby shower is Sunday though so I have to get busy. I can not wait to order the quilt stamps, it is going to be so much fun making card’s with these stamps.
Cindy
The word “quilt” reminds me of my Sister-in-law who is a quilter in her summers off from teaching school. She asked all the family members for a piece of material from something they liked to wear. She then made a quilt for her children from those pieces of material and documented them in a book to go along with the quilt stating what material belonged to what family member. It was such a special keepsake for her children. I am always in awe of her quilting talent!
As a part-time quilter (when I’m not stamping!), the mention of “quilt” conjures up the loveliness of fabric, the softness of cotton, the wonderful color and pattern combinations possible at the beginning of a quilting project, the wonder during the construction process as the quilt comes to life, and the pride and satisfaction when it is finally done.
Sharon B
The word Quilt reminds me beautiful patterns and delicate fabrics. I was very fortunate to receive one as a wedding present, it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever received.
Keeping my fingers crossed.
Good luck everyone.
God bless
Giovana
The word QUILT reminds me of FAMILY and COMFORT. I love the idea of having a special one that can be kept and passed on, so I made a quilt for my daughter when she was born. I’m hoping she’ll use it for her baby when the time comes…
When sister, brother and I were little, we loved to go on a picnic with our grandma. She would always bring her ‘picnic quilt’ for us to sit on. Oh, for the simplicity of that time – even for just a day.
Hi, The word quilt reminds me of a quilt I helped a friend make to honor her mother. it’s esp. important b/c her father just passed away. She and her sister made the quilt for her mother and they asked my advice on how best to make it b/c I am a seamstress. It brings back wonderful memories helping them.
My sweet grandmother, she was always making a quilt and so proud to give them as gifts. I’m so thankful we have the ones we do!
My grandmother, she had big thick warm quilts on the beds in her home in PA. Miss those days and would love to go back I have so much to tell her.
I made one and only one quilt at the age of 49 after taking some lessons. Later that year I would find out that we would be adopting a little boy. The quilt became his and to this day – at age 7, he sleeps with nothing else.
I always think of the Dresden Plate quilt made by my Mom’s mom (who I never got to meet). It has the year 1932 embroidered on the corner. We used it when I was growing up and my Mom still has it. Yes, Nichole, that’s why I hope a future quilting stamp set will include the Dresden Plate! 🙂
When I taight Kindergarten, I did a unit on quilting with the letter “Q.” A FANTASTIC crafty mom came in before work each morning to show us the progress on a quilt that she was making for our classroom. It was beautiful and the kiddos loved it!
When sister, brother and I were little, we loved to go on a picnic with our grandma. She would always bring her ‘picnic quilt’ for us to sit on. Oh, for the simplicity of that time – even for just a day.
quilt reminds me of the first one I recieved from my great grandmother. I was born on July 3rd so she made me a Red, White and Blue one. I still sleep with it 33 yrs later.
I remember going with my parents on a vacation to Lancaster, PA (Amish country) when I was in grade school and the hand made quilts were beautiful. I remember seeing them displayed on walls in galleries and for sale in small shops. The colors were so vibrant and the stitches so precise.
I have lots of memories of quilts. My mother-in-law gave me a quilt made just after the civil war, complete with a tag labeling who made it. I’ve only made one quilt block and gave it to be used to make a friendship quilt for a friend. And I have a collection of children’s quilting books. I’m looking forward to this set!!!
My first memory when I hear the word “quilt” is my Grandmother. She made me a beautiful quilt when I married. She is no longer with us, but her memory is kept alive through that quilt. I love you, Nana!
Hi, The word quilt reminds me of a quilt I helped a friend make to honor her mother. it’s esp. important b/c her father just passed away. She and her sister made the quilt for her mother and they asked my advice on how best to make it b/c I am a seamstress. It brings back wonderful memories helping them.
When I hear “quilt” I think of a little antique store in pensylvania where my dad grew up. On a trip to visit my grandmother when I was about 12 we stopped there and it was where my dad bought me a small blue and pink quilt that was handmade by a lady in town. I still have that quilt and plan on keeping it for my future children.
The quilt on my grandmothers bed.
Brings to mind of beautiful handmade hawaiian and asian inspired quilts with amazing patterns and designs.
I have lots of memories of quilts. My mother-in-law gave me a quilt made just after the civil war, complete with a tag labeling who made it. I’ve only made one quilt block and gave it to be used to make a friendship quilt for a friend. And I have a collection of children’s quilting books. I’m looking forward to this set!!!
Allendale, MO, 1949-54 (population 150) and the local Ladies Farm Club meetings. The parlor at Grandma’s house was set up with a big quilting frame surrounded by ladies with their bags of scraps putting together a gift for a new bride or baby–great memories. I’m sure many of those quilts are still around today!
The first thing I think of when I hear the word quilt is the lavender quilt on my bed that my husband and I picked out 8 years ago after we were first married!
My memory of a quilt comes from an unlikely source. My husband is a punk rock kid. I’m talkin’ full-12″-tall-purple-mohawk-when-I-met-him-in-high-school kind of punk rock kid (no more mohawk now though…still in a band). Oddly enough, this punk rock kid sews…and sews well. The first gift he ever gave me was a quilt he made me out of scraps of second hand fabrics he had found in thrift stores. There were old t-shirts, plaid pants, and crazy women’s blouses all wrapped up in this one blanket. I love that blanket! It still lives in our home and has been well loved over the years. I am so happy on those chilly nights when I pull it out and snuggle close to those well-worn threads.
My first memory of “quilt” is when my friends and I created these little pieces by hand. I can’t remember what type of quilt it is – but you take circle of fabric and do a running stich around the edge and gather them together. Then you sew all the gathered circles together. We never made a full quilt – but had fun creating the parts!
I have lots of memories of quilts. My mother-in-law gave me a quilt made just after the civil war, complete with a tag labeling who made it. I’ve only made one quilt block and gave it to be used to make a friendship quilt for a friend. And I have a collection of children’s quilting books. I’m looking forward to this set!!!
a little handmade quilted dog that was given to my son as a baby. He carried that dog around for years, and it was sewed and pieced back together many, many times.
My beautiful quilts I made for our cabin. They are not totally done yet. I really should finish them. I love quilts!
I have great memories of the quilts my grandma made for us, often using scraps she had left over after making outfits for my sister and me. I can remember watching her sew on the old treadle machine she had!
Quilt makes me think of my grandma, who used to make the cutest quilted pillows for all the grandkids. I still have mine!
My grandma making quilts and me finding all her stray straight pins on the floor with a big magnet.
Actually when I think of “quilt” I think of a hideous brightly colored quilt that my husband’s grandma gave us for our wedding. I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t value it like I should have. It wasn’t until years later when I started to quilt myself that I understood the memories and love that was stitched into that fabric. It will be a wedding present that I will never forget.
I posted once but I can’t find my comment. (having computer problems0 When I think of quilts like so many others I think of going to my grandmother’s house and seeing her quilts on the feather beds made with loving hands and all out of scraps of old clothing since there wasn’t money available for fabrics
Lots and lots of love in every stitch that was made! Quilts remind me of warmth, love and family. It reminds me of the time when my grandmother taught me how to quilt on a frame that hung from her ceiling. It was such a sweet time for a young girl!
I think of my great grandmother and the quilt she made from the family’s old pajamas. I love my quilt with the patches of my great-grandparents’ and grandfather’s (when he was a child) PJs! She gave it to me when I was about 13, and I felt so special to receive such a wonderful family heirloom.
Reminds of the first quilt I made for my daughter during the time of the Gulf war.
I think of my grandma!
My great aunt had a house full of beautiful quilts that she and her mom had made. When she passed away we were able to pick our favorite to keep. The one I picked has butterflies pieced together on it.
When I think of quilting, I think of my wonderful students. I love to read the story “Patchwork Quilt”. Most of the students don’t know anything about making a quilt, let alone what a quilt is. It is very neat to watch their eyes light up as they learn something new.
I think of my grandma, who used to make quilts for all of her grandkids with scraps of leftover material. Those quilts were so soft and comfortable; I sure miss those days!
Quilt means my grandmother. She taught me to hand embroider on quilt patches.
memories of my mom’s snuggling in my mom’s quilts, which she made with HER grandmother when she was just a child….mmm….
I think of the old quilts my mom had for us when we were little.. They were made by a family member back when my dad was young.
A fabulous quilt show I went to with my Mom a few years ago. It was outside at a farm and the quilts were hung in trees, on a clothesline, over haybales etc. It was a wonderful Sunday afternoon
My quilt memory involves being sick at Grandma’s house. She made me hot tea and tucked me in bed, covering me with one of her handmade quilts. I felt better immediately!
When I think of “quilt”, I think of my Grandma. She is 86 and still sewing her quilts for family and friends. She has made a special quilt for each of my daughters, and this past Christmas, she made a HUGE comforter for our king size bed. She does hand stitching on all of them, (even the HUGE one!)even though she has had a wrist replacement and her arthritis is getting worse. She makes sure to stitch her name and date into each one and they are such a precious treasure. We almost lost my Gram this past Feb to a massive heartattck, but she’s one strong lady and made it through emergency double by-pass surgery with flying colors. I know her quilts will always be worth more than any money in the world.
when I think of the word quilt I think of my grandma she was always making me blanket when I was a kid
My first memory is of this quilt that my grandmother made me when I was a baby. Now my aunt makes quilts for my boys and is actually making me one for Christmas. There is just something so special about all the time and love that are put into them. 🙂
when i think of quilts the first thing that comes to mind is an old one that my great grandma made that was passed down to my mom from her mother. it was the “sick” quilt and when you were sick you got to use it… no matter what you had… it always made you better. my mom split thew quilt into 6 pieces when the last kid moved out. We all have a piece.
Being from an East Indian heritage, quilts weren’t part of our culture even though we grew up in the states. But…when I think of quilts, I think of something made with love…something well thought out…made especially for you by someone who cares about you.
Charmaine
WOW, I really don’t have a “first” memory of quilts. It seems like I have loved them since so far back, they just always seemed to be part of my life. Warmth, comfort, beauty. I would NEVER make one, at least not out of fabric 🙂 I am, though, looking forward to making paper ones! My husband has 7 sisters, with 4 of them active quilt makers. It will be so much fun to make them cards made out of these stamps.
When I hear the word quilt I instantly think of my Mom. She is 83 years old and she has a quilt going all the time to keep her busy. She is very active in our church and gets invited to many baby showers. It is a given that she will give one of her quilts for the baby. She has also made quilts for all the family members plus my sister, myself and daughters to keep. The love in those quilts is a treasured memory we will always have.
The firt memory that comes to mind is seeing my grandmother piecing all those little squares together to make those beautiful quilts and remembering where that piece of material was once used for something else.
The Japanese quilt or “futon” that my great-grandmother made and my mother still uses.
I think of the red, white, and blue quilt that my Grandma and Great Aunt made for my Mom – together – when I was born in the Bicentennial year. I love that quilt!
Quilt, My grandmother, she use to sit in her chair and quilt all day, making gorgeous quilts…
My first memory of a quilt is actually pretty timely as it was 7 years ago when I bought my first quilt…it was for a new bedroom that I would be sharing in my first home with my soon-to-be husband at the time. We’re actually celebrating our 7th anniversary today so I suppose I should stop lurking on the computer and get back to spending time with that fabulous man! Great release this month, PTI!
When I hear “quilt”, it reminds me of the cream and brown colored quilt that my Great-Grandmother made for me when I was very young. She made it and gave it to my mother to give to me as a wedding gift from her. You see, she didn’t think that she would be around for my wedding. She was a very wise and insightful woman. In fact, she was not alive for my wedding, but I have a wonderful memory of her that is now attached to my wedding! Get this, I was not the only great-grandchild that she did this for!
Like many of the others the first thing that comes to my mind is my grandmothers. I cherish the quilts they made and hope to continue the tradition with my own current and future grandchildren.
The first thought that comes to my mind is my Grandma! She made each of us a quilt from pieces of material that she stitched together by hand. I miss her bunches and I LOVE the quilt!
Thanks!
Bobbie 🙂
The word quilt reminds me of the classes my daughter and I took together. She does not enjoy stamping or card making, but was interested in quilting. We had good times quilting together. We put the hobby aside for now, but promised each other to get back at it – together – at some point.
I think of the quilts my cousin has made, including one called “Shades of Jay” that she made after her son died at age 20; it was in gray, white and black tones and included pictures of Jay (Jason) during his life.
I have no personal memories of quilts. No one in my family ever made one. I have never tried making one becuase I feel intimidated at the idea of sewing. I have seen beautiful quilts in shop windows and antique stores. I wish I had a wonderful memory to share with you but I don’t.
Mary
When I think of the word quilt I think of my grandmother who is now 90. She was always making quilts. I have a beautiful baby quilt that she made for my baby shower. I am keeping it to pass down to my grandchildren some day.
My grandmother was a quilter. She passed away in December. When I saw this set I instantly thought of my grandmother and the quilts she made each of us grandkids as we got married. The week before she left us, she shared with me that she had secretly made a quilt to surprise my sister for her upcoming wedding in September. I am so touched that even as sick as she was, she was thinking about my sister’s quilt (the last grandchild to get married). Thanks Nicole for the beautiful set!
The Japanese quilt or “futon” that my great-grandmother made and my mother still uses.
I think of all the beautiful quilts my Mother in law and her sister used to make. Before each of the children got married they got to look through the stacks of beautiful quilts and choose which one they wanted. I still have the beautiful, hand stitched, quilt that we chose and it is still in use in our guest room. That would make it 43 years old.
When I hear “quilt” I think of me and my sisters making a quilt for my parents by hand for their anniversary. They loved it and they still have it!
Yikes, my original post went to cyber heaven!
Anyway, my first memory of a quilt was something I saw on TV, a bed over in some western show. When I met my MIL, she turned me on to all the wonderful designs and patterns. My SILs also quilt but I have never been able to sew straight, so didn’t dare take it up.
Anyway, the following year, I was the proud owner of a quilt and still have it to this day, some 35 years later.
Moth balls. My grandmother always stored her quilts in mothballs and any time I think or see a quilt that is the first thing that hits me.
i don’t really come from a sewing or quilting family, so my first experience with having an actual hand sewn quilt was when my husband and i were in china to adopt our wonderful daughter, lizzy….we picked up an adorable quilt of a panda for her crib and it is something she will have for her own children when she is grown.
the season changing and time to layer the quilts on my girls beds. I should make a quilt with my girls sometime.
Like many others, I think of the beautiful quilts passed down in my family. But I just love modern quilts, as well!
The word quilt brings back memories of my childhood in Hawaii. It specifically reminds me of the fun summers I spent at my grandmother’s house & the beautiful Hawaiian quilt that she had on her bed. My grandma meant the world to me & the time I spent with her were priceless. I still miss her graceful spirit.
I think of my best friend. She has the most fantastic quilt that her grandmother made for her and she had brought with her through every move she’s made and it’s just a wonderful reminder for her and me of her sweet Nana. 🙂
A grandmother memory for me, too. I remember being up in my grandmother’s third floor, where the smallest bedrooms were, and snuggling under a quilt to hear stories. Such a cozy memory. 🙂
The handmade quilts my sisters and I used to cover with when we stayed overnight at my Grandmother’s house.
I think of pioneer women and how they made quilts to keep their families warm in the harsh winters. Also, it was something they did as a hobby and social event.
I never knew anyone in my family who quilts, so I don’t have any sentimental attachment to them. So what I think of are the quilts I’ve seen that friends have that are made out of their old t-shirts. What a fun way to use shirts that might have sentimental value!
I think of my Aunt who makes beautiful quilts. I have two for Christmas that I adore. Heather
When I think of quilts, I think of the old house my great-grandmother lived in and the quilts she had all over her house. Gorgeous! I wish I knew what happened to them when she passed on.
Terry W
My grandma’s bed! She had a homemade quilt on it–and as a little girl, I thought it was beautiful.
finally, I got on! When I think of quilts my memory goes to my BFF’s house and sleep overs. I honestly can say, no one in my family quilts or ever has (yes, it is a shame, I know) so the first time I ever saw a quilt was sleeping over at my BFF’s house when we were in grade school. We would cuddle of with her grandma’s quilts and watch TV late into the night. They were always so beautiful and I was amazed that they were home made.
I remember a beautiful quilt made for my new baby boy by a dear friend. She stitched together embroidered handkerchiefs and added touches of ribbon to the edges. It was just too beautiful to use, but adorned his room nonetheless.
My sweet grandmother was quite the seamstress… I’m living in her house now and still using her hand-stitched quilts. She is no longer with us, but her spirit is so very close! Can’t wait to get this set!!
The first thing I think of is a memory of my grandmother and grandfather with their quilting frames set up in their living room. They would handquilt away and were very talented at it. I slept under many of their quilts since their house was cold and we could barely move under the weight of them.
20 years ago, my husband’s Aunt Elmy made us a beautiful hand-stitched quilt for our wedding gift. We have kept the quilt at the foot of our bed all these years.
Hi, the word quilt reminds me of a quilt I helped a friend and her sister make to honor their mother. It’s esp. important right now b/c her mother died several years ago and her father just passed last week. It was great fun helping them make the quilt.
When I hear the word “quilt” I think of my Grandma. She made me a quilt as a wedding present and I have treasured it all these years!
The thing that comes to mind first is being 7 years old and staying at my grandmothers house around Christmas time It was very cold in the house so to keep us warm at night, she would put my two sisters and myself in one big bed with about four quilts on top of us. It was so heavy you couldn’t move but what a warm, cozy feeling. My grandmother even let me quilt with her quilting ladies. Talk about feeling like a big person. I’ve loved quilts ever since and have many of my own. Including some I’ve made. What a wonderful memory.
The cathedral window quilts on my great grandmother’s beds. I loved looking at all of the different material!
It reminds me of my first visit on the american ground 18 years ago, when I saw gorgeous quilts in giftshops. In France our Grandmas were more into french lace! 😉
I think they are one of the most beautiful work of art and I love that they carry history from generation to generation.♥
Quilts… Family traditions, happy memories, and love handed down from previous generations…
Since I am a quilter I will have to say mine goes back to my first quilt that I made for my Father for His Christmas Present. Oh what memories. He passed shortly there after. At least he was able to enjoy it for awhile.
I live in a Mennonite community and the first thing I think of when I hear “quilts” is the auction they have every year and the quilts they sell.
Quilt reminds me of a blanket at my Grandparents that I used to curl up with – it gives me warm memories of times with them on the farm as a young girl.
My first memory is of the first quilt I made. It was for my daughter, made in wonderful, bright colors. I started small for the first one, and it ended up being for her “babies”. I have since made a few more and absolutely love them!
I can’t wait until the release!
It makes me think of 33 years ago-when I was spending every weekend an hour away from home at my sister in laws mother in laws house. She made quilts like they were something easy. I never have liked to sew so much as a button on a shirt but I loved her quilts. She made so many beautiful and varied patterns. She also made me several baby quilts for my oldest son, who is now 31. I shared those quilts with my sister when she had children but I asked for them back when her kids had grown too big to use them. I keep them put away and when my first grandchild comes-which is in 2 months, I will pull them out to be used again. And I will remember Edna, the lovely lady who made them.
Debbie
“Quilt” always reminds me of playing under quilt tents in the house growing up. Mom let my brother and I put the quilts over chairs and tables. These “forts” were great for the imagination.
Cindy quilts!! My good friend Cindy is an avid quilter and she has made quilts for all my children. When I look at my children wrapped in her quilts I feel the love that went into making them. I hope that makes sense.
Hi,
The first memory for me was when my X boyfriends mother made me a quilt when I went to college. It was so pretty and a nice reminder of home.
Thanks,
Christina
My cousin made my son a handmade quilt when he was born. The amount of detail and love that went into his quilt was so touching, I broke into tears, when she gave it to me. What a special gift she had given my son. He will hopefully keep this quilt to give to his firstborn, it’s that special.
Snuggling with my grandmother’s quilt … and trying to recognize which of our handmade dresses and pajamas the scraps were from. Today, I still have many of her handmade outfits – they have been handed down among cousins and nieces and now my children.
I think about my Grandma who made the first 12 of us all quilts, with peices of clothes that she’d made us too in the quilt. And we all had a old cloth calendar from our birth year on there. I still have mine and use it to watch TV.
I think of the first (and only) quilt I’ve ever made and how proud I was to finish it! 🙂
Of course it instantly reminds me of my Grandmother., especially when I was so young. She used to make quilts for each of us Grandkids. They are all such heirlooms and wonderful keepsakes. Thanks for designing this set. You all are so awesome. Lu
Quilt for me is the blanket that my grand mother made when I was a child!
The quilt my Mom made for me when she was redecorating my room. She made me curtains to match. Because of the quilt and curtains she made, it was a room I loved being in.
When I hear the word ‘quilt’ it defines memories for me. Evebn in today’s hectic world, quilts are a snapshot of a particular moment in time and a physical reminder of being loved.
My first memory is of the first quilt I made. It was for my daughter, made in wonderful, bright colors. I started small for the first one, and it ended up being for her “babies”. I have since made a few more and absolutely love them!
I can’t wait until the release!
Quilt–my mother was a quilter and she would sit for hours by her quilting frame making those tiny little stitches on her masterpiece. As a teen it used to amaze me how she could sit there so long in such contentment just quilting. Now that I am older I totally understand the joy she felt with her craft.
My first memory is of the first quilt I made. It was for my daughter, made in wonderful, bright colors. I started small for the first one, and it ended up being for her “babies”. I have since made a few more and absolutely love them!
I can’t wait until the release!
Quilt reminds me a lot of the first and only real quilt that I machine pieced when I met my husband. The best memory was the two of us sitting together on the floor in our tiny apartment, me behind the machine and he on the other side pulling that huge thing along as I was sewing 🙂 it was a fun time! I still have and use that quilt but you can tell it has seen some 22 years of use now!
Oh I so hope I win!!!
~~*QUILT*~~ = A heavenly sensation of being tucked-into bed at night, by my loving and adoring Nanny (Grandmother), who had hand- cut and hand-stitched a beautiful quilt for my bed. My Nanny had used all the scraps from her sewing (she made all our clothes) and pieced together a random designed cover for me. But each piece also had a tassel on it, also made by scraps of wool from all her knitting and crocheting. I can still remember rubbing the wool between my fingers to soothe myself to sleep :0)
Like so many of the other posters, when I hear the word *quilt*, what is the first memory that comes to my mind is love. I grew up living in Germany because of my fathers career in the service. As a result, I didn’t get to have a relationship with my grandmother until I was college aged. One of the things she did to share her love with us, from across the ocean, was to make us quilts. I still have each of the quilts she made me over the years. Though some of them are now tattered from being so well loved, whenever I look at them I immediately think of her and her incredible talents she shared with us all.
Quilt…reminds me of my grandma; collecting scraps and lovingly piecing them together.
Actually, it’s a more recent memory. My MIL makes beautiful quilts and made an adorable one for our daughter years and years ago. It is the only cover she has that she’s very careful with and always reminds her sisters to be gentle with “grandma’s blanket”.
The word quilt reminds me of my sister-in-law who makes beautiful quilts of all sizes and shapes. She recently made my grandauther a baby quilt when she was born. It is adorable. I love admiring her work. I need to take quilting lessons!!!
The first memory that the word quilt triggers is a quilt that my husbands grandmother quilted for us with fabric from clothing from family members and my husband and I each having their own memories.
Reminds me of my first quilt I made. My boss at the time got me interested in quilt making and my first quilt was for our Cal.King bed. It was huge. She thought I was nuts to make such a big quilt for my first. It turned out nice.
When I think of the word “quilt,” I think of my grandmother who lives on a farm in Missouri. From her four children, she has twelve grandchildren. For the births of each of our children (her great-grandchildren, 11 of them so far), my grandmother quilted a baby blanket. Everytime I look at my sons’ quilts, I think of the many hours and how much love she invested in each one of them.
Oh, I think of my grandmother. She always had beautiful quilts at her house—many of which her mother quilted. I’m a pretty awful seamstress, but someday I hope to be able to quilt some things for my children and future grandchildren! (I spend too much time stamping right now to take up a new craft!) Thanks so much for the chance!
it makes me think about the time when I was little and we used to live in england; it fells so long ago and yet so close
I think of my grandmother’s tradition of making quilts for each of her grandchildren on their wedding day. She had 47 grandchildren and she also took up painting in her later years.
The word quilt makes me think of a sleeping bag I had as a child that looked like a patchwork quilt!
My sister and our mother. She made quilts and they were so beautiful! She made one for our mother when she was in the hospital. She died shortly after that (our mom) and then my sister died of a blood clot about a year after our mom did. SO everytime I see a quilt or hear that word, they both come to mind for me.
Every fall my grandmother would set a quilt frame up in her living room. One day a week a group of ladies from the church would come and work on this. Wish I would have paid more attention to the quilt making.
I don’t have memories of quilts, my family had more knitters, so we had afghans. But, I would say quilts conjure up thoughts of cozy nights snuggling with my kids. There’s a memory I hope to have for years to come.
I think of my grandmother because she always had quilts at her house for us to snuggle up with.
A warm cozy feeling like snuggling up on a cold, winter day.
I think of my BIL & SIL’s wedding…his mom made them a quilt, and all of their wedding guests signed the back of it…It lays at the foot of their bed. I thought it was way cooler than a guest book 🙂
when I hear the word “quilt” I think of my son’s kindergarten teacher. She is a big time quilter and does amazing work!
Thanks…Michele h..
Not my first memory, but the memory of all the quilts I haven’t finished since I was bitten by the stamping bug 🙂
Quilt? Definitely I think of the grandmother I never got to know; she died when I was very young. But I was blessed to inherit a quilt she had made – what a treasure!
My Grandma made simple quilts, the kind with just squares of fabric sewn togehter, then tied to a backing with embroidery floss. She made me one when I was a baby. It got used so hard that by the time I was in high school it was worn through in many places and the fabric was so thin in others that it would easily rip. By that time she could no longer make them, her hands didn’t work so well and she couldn’t see well enough. But she must have had a few put back because I received a new one from her when I was in college. It was one of the best gifts I have recieved as an adult. And now that she is gone, when I really miss her, it’s a wonderful memory to get all warm and cozy and wraped up in.
When I hear quilt I think about when my younger sister showed me how “to make a quilt in a weekend.” We lived overseas remotely at the time, so our choices of fabric were less than optimal. It was shades of green and we made windmill patterns. I have fond memories when I look at the quilt; (which was my first and last project!) I still have it on one of our beds. It’s a nice memory of my sister, who I don’t get to see often.
it makes me think about the time when I was little and we used to live in england; it fells so long ago and yet so close
I’ve never had any quilting influences growing up. My husbands Grandma is a quilter and when I hear the work quilting I think of her and the amazing quilt she made our daughter when she was born. She also bought me my very first sewing machine.
My earliest memory of quilts would be my grandma’s quilt that she made me as a little girl. It has rosebuds on it because she always called me her little rosebud. I still have it even though she’s gone. Thanks for letting me play.
MOM. When I was about 10 she had a quilt handmade for me. It took the quilter over a month to make. It was completely hand sewn and pieced. I wish I had that quilt still today. My mom has been gone for 10 years. I really wish I had that quilt. Lisa 🙂
The first memory that comes to mind is seeing all the beautiful quilts made by the Amish in Lancaster, PA. Someday I will purchase one.
One word, Grandmother. She passed away a year ago, but I still think of her often. She was a quilter. I attribute my creativity and crafting to my Grandmother. From my earliest memory of her, she always had a stack of in progress squares sitting next to her. Each of the grandchildren, all six of us have a crazy quilt that my grandmother crafted. In each quilt she used special pieces of fabric from important parts of our lives. My quilt holds scraps of my mom’s wedding dress, the dress I wore for my debutante ball, fabrics from my travels as a child, a piece of tatting from my paternal grandmother, stitching done by my great aunts, the list goes on and on. I always admired the patience and effort it took to hand make a quilt. I am so thankful for the foundation that my grandmother gave me as I grew up, funny thing is, I never realized just how much she imparted until I was quite old. Thank goodness, I was able to tell her how much I appreciated her influence before she passed away. Sorry for the long post, but this really stuck a chord with me.
Visiting my grandmother when I was little. She had quilts on all the beds. She wisely took them off while we visited. Jumping on the bed was a favorite activity. 😉
My grandmas made quilts and I was always excited to go to their houses to see which quilt would be on their beds. When they passed away, my sister, mom, cousin, and aunt gathered to divy up all the quilts and share in our memories of them!
I remember the kindness of my mother patiently ripping out my stitches as she taught me how to make a quilt. I can still recall the fabric and pattern – red and white corduroy squares. Funny when you are 10 or 12 the last thing you want to do is rip out what you just did! To be honest I don’t know if that has changed : )
i think of my grandma. she’s ALWAYS making a quilt. literally.. once she finishes one she starts another. i never appreciated them (i’ve received three in my lifetime from her) until recently when i’ve seen how much thought, work and love goes into them..
Taking my very first quilting lessons in a little quilt shop on the High Street in Princes Risborough, England while stationed there with the USAF. It is one of my favorite memories…
The word “quilt” reminds me of my grandmothers house. Every bedroom had a hand tied quilt made by her laying across the bed. Each room had one that was different, but yet you could just tell it was made by her. I have been blessed with receiving three of her hand tied quilts that will be treasured forever.
When I hear the word “quilt” I think of my mother. She made quilts for all of her children. I have an unfinished top that she put together when I was a baby 74 years ago.
When I hear the word quilt the first thing I think of is Little House on the Prairie. Don’t know why but that TV show just reminds me of those quilting bee times. My Mom made quilts and I also remember being the one to sit under the quilt and pass the yarn back up for her or my Grandmother to tie. I guess these were grand memories that come up when I think of quilts.
when i hear the word ‘quilt’ i think of the amish and all the quilts we saw in Pennsylvania when we visited there when i was 11 years old. It was a very fun experience!!!
When my grown daughter was just a few years old, we bought her an antique quilt for her first big girl bed and we still have it. Now – a bit more tattered it graces a chair in our guestroom. Everytime I look at it, I thank God for the child He gave me and the joy she gives me still.
I think of a cabin on the lake. A place of comfort, peace and tranquility. Sitting on the back porch overlooking the lake in the evening, cup of cocoa in hand wrapped up, listening to the loons’ sad trilling and the crikets’ chirping. Rocking away on that rocking chair watching the sun go down and the moon slowly rise.
I hope you could feel the peace writting this brought me.
Marie
http://scrappingworld.blogspot.com
grandma’s quilts, useful because it was kept me warm and cozy, memorable because it was made from scraps of old clothes. One of these days, I’m going to make a quilt out of something other than paper too!
When I hear the word “quilt” I think of my mother. She made quilts for all of her children. I have an unfinished top that she put together when I was a baby 74 years ago.
My mother-in-law sitting in her living room with a huge quilt on a frame quilting and asking us to help her roll the quilt. She makes beautiful quilts, but is now only making tops as she is 94 years old and her hands are too arthritic to quilt by hand. She refuses to learn to machine quilt — it’s not the same!!
I think of a memory keepsake quilts made from baby clothes
It reminds me of my daughter’s classroom project for the auction!!!
Immediately, I picture the beautiful pink/white/burgundy quilt my grandma made me for my birthday as a young girl. I don’t think that back then I could possibly comprehend the gift I’d just been given. What could compare to a handmade quilt from your grandmother? Nothing. Every single stitch done in love. I am lucky that my grandma is still with us today…and I think I need to let her know again how much I treasure that quilt…and her.
I think of my grandmother. She would make quilts out of her old clothes. I still have one of them today
Memories of bags and bags of strips of material ready for my grandmother to teach me quilting. Those were happy days!
a quilted dog that was given to my son when he was born. That dog was sewed and pieced together many times over.
*Quilt*…that’s an easy one! I don’t have to look far around my house to find a quilt that my mom has made. In fact…our wedding quilt is hanging on our dining room wall in our new home. My mom’s quilts are like works of art…kind of the way I consider each of my handmade cards!
When I hear the word quilt, my first thought is of the hand-made quilt that my landlady made for me when I was 23. She had written to my mom who had sent her fabric scraps from my childhood from which she made the dresses for the Sunbonnet Sue quilt. When I received the quilt, I could not believe that the Sunbonnet Sues were all wearing dresses made from the same fabrics that my sisters and I had had dresses made from. At first it was incomprehensible to me because I had no idea that she would have gotten my mother’s address without my knowing (no computers or anything back in 1969)Anyway, I still have the quilt and love it to death!
When I was 13 or 14 I was with my grandmother cleaning out my great grandmother’s house. There were built-in bookcases in the dining room that had false fronts along the bottom. Inside we found quilts, quilts, quilts. My favorite (which I still have today) is all rainbows….every single square. I still treasure that quilt and how we came to find it.
My great grandmother. I never met her because she died two months before I was born, but I still feel close to her. I wear her wedding ring as my wedding ring…and I started quilting because of her and because I had inherited some of her unfinished squares. I’m the only one left in my family that quilts now…
Quilting: When I was pregnant with my son Ian, I started a baby quilt to bring him home from the hospital in. When I couldn’t sleep at night I’d go down to the dining room table and work on it far into the night; my big belly pressed up against the table. It came out beautifully and he was indeed wrapped in his lovely quilt when we left the hospital. Amazingly, when he was about 2 years old(when I finally had time to quilt again) he woke from his afternoon nap and I could hear him chattering away in his room. Finally, he said to me, “Mommy, I remember that sound! What are you doing?” I hadn’t quilted since before he was born. I guess babies really DO hear from the womb!
I just love how that memory makes me feel.
The only quilt I’ve ever had is the one that I found in a quaint little country boutique in a tiny town in Ontario. We were in the process of building our first home and I found the most perfect quilt and pillow shams! We took it to the decorator who was helping us to design our home and she matched the paint to the celery colour in the quilt and helped to make our master bedroom exactly what we wanted!!
I think of the pink and blue satin patchwork quilt in my closet that my grandmother made for me as a baby. It is over 44 years old! She made one for each of her grandchildren. I think I am the only one who still has theirs.
OK—my computer went out when I tried to post this…so, here goes again. When I think of quilts, I think of my grandmother. She always had beautiful quilts on her beds—many were made by her mother. I love a good heavy quilt on my bed to this day. These are sweet memories. I hope to quilt SOMEDAY for my children and future grandchildren!
For me the first thing that comes to mind, is when I was little & I got sick, my mom would wrap me up in a huge (or so it seemed at the time) quilt that she had in her room.
I think immediately of the lovely quilts my grandmother made for us out of fabric from the clothes my mom made for us. So, each of our quilts has pieces of favorite outfits we wore as children. The memories flood over me when I wrap myself in her quilt.
The first thing that came to my mind when I thought of “quilt” was my grandmother at her treddle sewing machine sewing the patches together for a quilt that she would then hand quilt the top together. Her goal was 100 quilts and then she would quit because she wanted every child and grandchild plus others to have one.. I am one of the youngest of her 30 grandchildren. Mine was set aside to be given to me as a wedding gift as my grandmother had passed away by that time–I loved the double wedding ring pattern and all the old fashion prints it took to complete it. I will always cherish it because of the love, patience, and hard work it took to do–she also made her goal! Charlotte
When I think of the word “quilt”, I think of my Grandmother. She has made beautiful quilts for me on two different occassions. One for my 16th birthday & one for my wedding. They are two gifts that I will charish deeply forever.
My grandma. She always had a beautiful plum and lavender quilt on the bed I slept in when I would visit. I miss her. She went to be with Jesus in January.
Quilts remind me of my grandma’s. I have quilts that my great-grandma and my two other grandma’s made for my firstborn.
Melissa
When I think of “quilt”, I think of the unfinished quilt I have in my craft room. I was unable to attend my last quilting class 10 years ago because my dad passed away that week. I’ve had a hard time working on it since then.
It makes me think of spending the night at my grandma’s as a kid and folding down layer after layer of quilts on the bed before climbing in. This is how she stored them. How I hope to have one of her quilts someday. 🙂
My mother is German so I grew up with down comforters, not quilts. When DH and I were chosing bedding to put on our wedding registry we picked a beautiful quilt. In the spring/summer we have the quilt on our bed and in the fall/winter we have the down comforter, the best of both worlds!
Before my grandmother died she made each grandchild a quilt for their children. My 3 year old son now sleeps with Nonnie’s Blankie every night. It is so precious to me that he has a piece of her.
I think of a quilt I got from my great grandma that I had on my bed. It matched all of my furniture
I hear quilt I think of my Mommy-in-law. She makes the most beautiful quilts! There’s a lot of love in each of her quilts.
“Comfort and Warmth”
I remember wanting an Amish quilt when I was in Pennsylvania visitng a long time friend. She took me to an Amish house where the clothes were hanging on a wash line and I was so excited. There were so many quilts to look at and I couldn’t choose. When I finally decided on one we noticed one small piece was not laying correctly so I passed on it. I will always regret that.
My grandma…and the beautiful quilt she made us for our wedding. Still on our bed after 9 years.
quilt… a beautiful quilt that my grandma made for me… a beautiful quilt that my mom made for me… a beautiful quilt that I too one day will make.
Quilt brings to mind a cherished, older art form that brought women together…simple fabric that mended memories together to last generations. I have two quilts from my childhood made by my Nana that I hold dear.
The first thing that comes to mind was all the quilts my grandmother made. I just loved them and have been in love with quilting forever, to me it means warmth and love.
I remember going up to my grandparents’ farm many Easters and Christmases and all the different quilts Grandma had for everyone to use in all the different guest beds!
My first memory would be that of my grandmother. I think of all the love that went into making each quilt piece.
I think of the John Deere quilt kit that I bought for my son 3 years ago. I still haven’t learned to quilt, so it remains a kit…not a quilt yet. By the time he is ready for college it will be a quilt (even if I have to pay someone to do it) 🙂
I think of warm blankets for my children to snuggle with.
I think of the quilt my grandmother made me that I placed at the foot of my bed and use every night.
I think of the 2 quilts that are special to me. One that belonged to my late grandfather (his mother made it for him)and one that my aunt made for my son!!
when I think of quilts, I think of love and warmth because of all the hardwork and creativity that goes into making them. I think the gift of a quilt is truly a gift of love and is something to be forever cherished.
I think of a quilt that has been passed down through my family for several generations and the treasured memories of loved ones no longer with us.
The weight and warmth of a Grandmother’s quilt.
When I hear the word “quilt”, it reminds me of my baby quilt that was made by my grandmother.
A handmade quilt from a dear old friend that she made my husband and I for our wedding gift. It’s the most comfortable blanket in the house!
The first thing that comes to mind when I think of a quilt is the one the nurses made for me when I was a tiny baby in the ICU! That’s a very special quilt! Thanks for the chance to win!
Oh my Word! OVER 600 responses in such a short time! Chances of winning might be slim, but who could pass this up! I think of my Great Aunt Gert. She had SO many lovely quilts, but my favorite was the one with the pattern of the little girls and boys in hats that stood on prifile to hide their faces. So CUTE!
reminds me of my dear grandmother, her hands, her simplicity, my mother, both women inspired me to care about the old things, comfort, warmth, nothing like an old quilt!!
(By the way, the Elm Creek book series is a great one and you will enjoy each book. My Mom and I have them all and each of us have enjoyed reading them!)
I think about my grandmother first and now that I live in Alabama I think about all of the ladies at Gee’s Bend who make quilts to survive.
Janet
My friend and neighbor who although she is 83 still makes the most beautiful hand sewn quilts I’ve ever seen.
The word “quilt” reminds me of one of my favorite childhood memories. My grandmother used to have a quilt on her bed, it had a floral design in beautiful shades of pink, yellow and green, and it was her cat’s favorite place to curl up and sleep. Whenever we used to go over to visit, I’d almost immediately head to the bedroom and lie down on the bed, gazing at the beautiful quilt while stroking the cat. It always felt so safe and cozy… I often drifted off to sleep next to the cat 🙂
My baby, who is turning 21 in a couple of weeks, chewing this quilt that my mother made for her as a baby blanket. It became her inseparable ‘blankie’ that comforted her through teething and ear infections to name a few events. She literally loved it to death and only a small piece survived!
I love the feel of a heavy quilt on a cold winter night. 🙂
I think of my grandma and her making me blankets, that i still have and can not wait to pass down to my daughter.
It reminds me of my grandma and all the quilts she had in her house. She passed away 8 years ago and was a great lady.
I don’t really have any family memories in regards to quilts, but I love the history and sentiments that surround quilts. They represent so much from the design to the creation of them.
I think of making quilts by hand with my grandmother as a child. It is still the prettiest and hardest pattern that I have ever seen. Those are treasured memories!
Hi,
I think of the quilt my X boyfriends mother made me when I went away to college. It sure made me think of home on cold nights.
Thanks,
Christina
I remember when I was around 7-8, I would go to my grandmother’s house whenever I was sick and she would make me a “pallet” on the floor in front of the TV. It had army blankets on the bottom…remember the scratchy army blankets…and always a homemade quilt on top. It’s funny because she would put me in front of the TV but then she would make me watch her “stories”, aka, soap operas. Even though the TV didn’t have anything on that I liked, I remember that pallet being the best thing in the world. I just loved sick days :)!
When I think of quilts, I think of my great-grandmother and grandmother, and the quilts that they made for me. I hope to be able to learn to quilt someday!
I think of the two quilts I lovingly made for my daughters while I was pregnant.
The summer after my freshman year of college I spent about a week going through my mom’s boxes of fabrics and choosing material from different things she (a wonderful seamstress) had made…from a nightgown, a Bible cover, a skirt I wore in a wedding, my sister’s wedding dress, my teddy bear’s outfit…and I made a quilt of it all. I had no sewing experience and I wasn’t using a pattern, but I pieced together those bits of my childhood and I look forward to sharing it with my children some day.
quilt reminds me of a friend I lost. She was the world’s best needleworker.
Thinking of Mary T
Sincerely,
Cheryl
The memory that comes to mind when I think of quilts is the quilt my husband’s grandmother gave him for Christmas one year. She still claims she made it even though we know she didn’t–she doesn’t sew. She’s quite a character!
My great grandmother made some fabulous quilts. My parents used to have two of them (one red,white and blue and the other in lavender and mint green). Our family used them until the edges wore thin. My mom finally decided to put them away so we would have at least part of them intact for a keepsake. They are the softest quilts ever! The silly thing…they were best in the summer when the a/c was on…ooh, soft cool sheets and grandma’s quilt over top. Perfect combination for snuggly sleeping!
A lot of hard work comes to mind!!!!! not even the easy quilts are easy for me but I love them!!! so warm and cozy!!!! Come to think of it I think I might need a new one…… yes I think I will make a trip to bed bath and beyond for some new bedroom goodies!!!!! any ways I think this might be my fave release yet I love all of the new stamps and the paper and ribbon is to die for!!!!
My grandmother–the quilts she used to wrap us in and comfort us. Everything would be alright. I like to do the same things with my grandchildren.
quilting reminds me of my grandmother. She gave me my first quilt when I was 7, which she had made from my mothers dresses when she was little. It is a cherished quilt. Recently, I have taken up quilting, and I am so exicited to see the quilting stamp set! I can’t wait to use it!
My grandmother who made quilts for everyone in her extended family. I think of her whenever I wrap myself in one of the quilts she made me. My sister has inherited grandmas quilt frame and has now taken over the tradition of making quilts for the family.
The word “quilt” brings to mind my beloved Grandmother who passed away this March. She had a handmade quilt on every bed in her house, and I spent many hours as a child snuggling under one while she read me a bed time story.
The word quilt brings back memories of me and my grandmother choosing fabrics for my many quilts she made for me over the years.
My mother owns a patchwork quilt that has been added to generation after generation. Every generation has covered the quilt with an additional layer so that it is now quite heavy. Some of the stitching on the top layer has gotten loose, so you can peek through to the layers that previous generations have sewn! I always loved curling up in the winter under all that weight!
I remember a blanket that was on my bed from childhood through high school, when it finally fell into tatters and was discarded. It was a “cheater” quilt, the kind that is a printed quilt pattern rather than a pieced one, and it belonged to me. It was never on anyone else’s bed – only mine!
Grandma Jennie.
When I think of “Quilt”, I think of the quilt that my nephew loves. His Dad’s sister made it (she does beautiful work) and didn’t know who to give to and Eric saw it and was enthralled!
It’s affectionately named the “chicken blanket”. He loves bright colors and this is one BRIGHT chicken!
He still likes in his room every night.
Who would’ve guessed it would be a favorite?
I think of a quilt made by my best friend that included lovely lace doilies from my bridal shower/tea party. It reminds me I had the best bridesmaids in the world.
The word “quilt” brings to mind the quilt that my grandmother made for me when I was very young. I remember it had the old Sunbonnet Sue silhouettes on some of the squares, along with animals. More than just about anything else from my childhood, I wish I still had that quilt.
I think of the crazy quilt that my grandmother made. I love looking at all of the feedsack prints and remembering the prints that were also in the aprons and dresses she wore. I love the details in handquilting and admire the many hours it takes to put quilts together. It has been so fun to read all the posts, thanks!
I remember my grandma’s quilts that were on her guest beds that we used when we stayed overnight. They were well used and soft with time, but well put together so standing the test of time.
My first memory is of the quilt that would be laid on my bed every winter when I was a child. I called it my “puppy dog quilt” because some of its fabric squares were printed with puppies. 🙂 My great-grandmother made it, and I still have it, 45 years later, as well as other quilts she made. I keep one she made, a double wedding ring pattern, on my bed now.
When I think quilt I think of all the times I’d sit with my grandmother and look at the different pieces of her quilts and remember what dress, blouse, pajamas, etc. that they came from
It makes me think of a gorgeous quilt apron that was my grandmother’s…beautiful pieces of fabric that were my mom’s and aunts’ when they were little.
Quilts remind me of snuggling up on the couch with my grandmother when I was a child.
When I hear the word quilt I think of homey comforts!
Sleeping under the first quilt I made and the cozy satisfied feeling it gave me. Knowing how my granddaughters feel sleeping under the quilts I made for them.
Quilt reminds me of my grandmother and all the beautiful quilts she made and all the love she put in making them.
For me it was my Grade 11 Sewing Class. I made a Queen size quilt from start to finish (which I still have)It took me the whole semester and I passed that course with 106% dont ask me how that works. I love that quilt but look forward to the paper wuilts I will be making with my set!!
All the handmade quilts hanging in my grandmother’s house.
When I hear the word “quilt”, the first memory that comes to mind is a cold winter night at Mamaw’s house. The upstairs was unheated, but we were toasty warm under piles of handmade quilts. We would crawl into bed, get in a comfortable position and be tucked in under a whole stack of quilts. We needed to get in a comfortable position before pulling up all the quilts because with that many quilts you didn’t move as freely as you might otherwise. But, ahhh, the toasty, cozy warmth of sleeping under all those quilts made with so much love!
The very special quilt we made for my Grandmother that she asked to take with her when she passed because she wanted to be wrapped in the love of her family … all of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren each received a square of fabric and were told to create something from the heart. Each of the blocks were quite different and that showed us how much she touched all of our lives. When we presented it to her she ran her hands over each block and said something special to each one of us. I will remember that moment always! (((hugs Grama)))
Sherry Ü
My sister made hand-made quilts for each of her 3 daughters and included fabrics from clothes they wore when they were babies and very young girls. All 3 of my nieces fell asleep each night covered with the love that their mother, my sister, had poured into each square of their quilts. Ahhh, what a nice memory. 🙂
Sleeping under the first quilt I made and the cozy satisfied feeling it gave me. Knowing how my granddaughters feel sleeping under the quilts I made for them.
Picking up my first quilt from the store just the other day! I had a woman at my local fabric store do the quilting with the longarm machine, and she did a fantastic job. I can’t wait to get the binding done… it’s going to look great!
When I hear the word quilt it makes me think of the old tattered quilt that I had on my bed when I was a little girl. I’m not sure who made it or whatever happened to it, but it gave me lots of comfort when nothing else could.
I think of the quilt that has been remade into many things during my lifetime that was a wedding gift to my parents. As it has aged and been loved it has gown from bed covering, to a blanket to snuggle in, to something we would wrap up in at fireworks, to pillows, to wall hangings.
When I hear the word “quilt” the first memory that comes to mind is being with my grandma at the quilting bees that the ladies of her grange put on. They would all sit around the quilt working on their part sharing stories of daily life. Usually the quilt was for a new mom or someone in need. Thanks for the chance to win; the quilting stamp set is awesome.
I remember my step-grandmother and the quilts she made for all of the ‘grand’kids. The one I received – I used all through college – and I still have it to this day.
When I think of quilts, I think of history. I love the idea of passing on a piece of yourself to another family member. One of my top ten goals is to create a quilt using fabrics representing all aspects of my life to pass on to my daughters with hope that they will do the same one day.
I thought of all of the quilts that my ancestors made that my Grandma has out and tells me all about. LOL!!
It’s a good life!
Terri E.
I think of my great grandma, who used to quilt all of the time. Her quilting table was set up in her living room, where she constantly worked. She made quilts for all of us grandkids. I am looking forward to passing my quilts down to my daughter someday. She passed away many years ago, but her work is still shared in cards that are made with photos of her quilts that are sold at my hometown Saturday Market. Lots of special memories.
Quilt makes me think of the 3 quilts that are in safe keeping in the basement for my 3 girls that my Grandma made – she loved quilting and did it the old-fashioned way!!
Susan, aka Soozie4Him on SCS
I think about all of the quilts I have made over the years. Each one was loving made as a gift to someone special. Usually for the birth of a baby. Right now I am working on one for my sweet little grand baby. I need to start another one for the grandson who is on the way.
My Grandmother’s UGLY quilt.
She took her and my moms old clothes and some of my baby clothes (nothing matched) and just cut squares from them and sent the to my aunt who quilted.
It’s was funny to look at it and say
“That was mom’s pink jumpsuit from the 70’s” or “That was a piece of my first Easter Dress”
One year in university, I lived with my grandmother (who is now 97). I was pretty isolated being far from my school chums so I spent several months cutting, sewing and quilting an elaborate quilt which I gave to my grandmother as a thank you when I moved into residence the following year. I have lovely memories of evenings spent making that quilt in my grandmother’s company.
I think of the beautiful quilt my SIL made for my son seven years ago that he still takes to bed every night 🙂
My mom and other ladies from church used to come to our house and have quilting nights. They’d set up the frame in the living room and sit and quilt and talk for hours it seemed. We kids used to sit under the frame, our castle, and watch the patterns and designs being made in our sky.
The word “quilt” makes me think of the darling,soft baby quilts both of my boys received from their great grandmother with one side printed and the other side a light flannel….and just the right size.
i think of my mother and sisters. They are all really talented at making quilts and are gracious enough to share their handmade gifts with me. (i was skipped over when the talents in that department were handed out).
There is something so warm and comforting about wrapping up in a quilt made by your mom.
A quilting class I took with 2 of my friends. We worked for months on those quilts, and hand-pieced them. We had such a great time together, but I never did actually “quilt” my quilt.
So many memories involoving quilts. My two favorite are when my grandma made each of us kids a quilt for Christmas. For many years after I was finding pins in it that would poke me while I slept. The neatest one is when my husband bought me a gorgeous handmade quilt that I showed to him one day. He bought it as a surprise and had it sent to our home for our 12 year anniversary. I LOVE that quilt.
I’m reminded of going up to our friend’s cabin every year in the mountains and sitting on the couch in front of the fire with the quilt that his grandmother made. I always thought I’d make one someday…well, not a good sewer here, so I’ll just have to keep the memory!
~*Michelle*~
Wow! Does that question rush feelings and memories through my blood. I have lots of quilt memories but my favorite…..After my grandmother passed away all her quilts went up on the auction to make it fair to everyone. (Large family) And of course a lot of antique dealers were at the auction. I missed out on all the detailed, exquisite quilts my grandmother made. I just couldn’t compete with my limited income. All the new, perfect quilts went for big money. I was so disappointed! On the end of the auction, the auctioneer thought I was bidding on a box of bedding, even though I didn’t know I was (first time at an auction). OOOps! At the end of the action I opened the $14 box of bedding and at the bottom was a well loved, used quilt. It was basic, but beautiful and not only made by my grandmother but used by her many times. I love it, and really should use it more instead of saving it….we all know that old story. I am teary eyed just writting this. My grandmother passed away over 10 years ago and I still swear she had a hand in that moment. Thanks for such a wonderful question.
When I hear the word quilt, the first memory that comes to my mind warm sweet smells. I don’t remember the exact smell, but I know it was warm, and I feel safe….
it makes me remember a quilt that my coworker’s blind grandmother made for me when i was pregnant with my youngest.it is beautiful. how amazing that she made it with out sight!!
I am trying this again, since I cant find my original post…
Quilts remind me of staying overnight at my Grandmother’s house. I would help her make up my bed and when the quilt was laid on top, I would ask her to tell me the stories behind the fabrics she used in making the quilt.
I think of my grandmother and the beautiful peach colored quilt she gave me as a gift when I first got married.
Grandma taught herself to piece quilt and she had this quilt originally on her bed.
I told her how beautiful it was and, without hesitating, she took it off her bed and gave it to me.
My grandma is in Heaven now, but the memory of her and her quilt linger lovingly in my mind and heart. Marilyn
When I think quilt I remember sitting with my grandma looking at her quilts and remembering where all the pieces came from, some came from my dresses, blousses, pants, etc.
My quilt memory involves my Great Aunt Maddie of Macon, Georgia and well loved vintage fabrics.
My first memory of quilting is my Mamaw letting me tear the paper off of the back of her string quilts. Thanks for the chance to win a great package of fun.
Linda T.
When I hear the word quilt I think of beautiful colors and designs. And a group of women sitting around quilting and sharing stories.
“Quilt” always reminds me of my grandmother. She was always making something by hand, and I remember her working on a huge quilt put together with all sorts of leftover scraps of material she cut into squares and sewed together. And the pattern was just perfect! lainey
The word quilt reminds me of the south and country. It also reminds me of the comfort of family.
The first thing that comes to mind is a beautiful quilt a good friend made for my daughter when she was born. It matches perfectly with her room. It’s one of my favorite gifts and we’ll cherish it always.
When I hear the word quilt I think of the well loved quilt that has been handed down through my father’s family. 🙂
“Quilt” makes me think of my wonderful grandma. She is a quilter and made me so many gorgeous quilts that I cherish to this day. “Quilt” means love, and the hours of time my grandma spent to help keep me warm.
I remember my sister-in-law’s baby gifts to each of my daughters… beautiful, handmade quilts.
I think of my Mama making sampler quilts. She started when she and my Papa became empty nesters, and her quilting stitches were tiny and perfect.
I think of the beautiful quilt my mother-in-law received from her 5th grade class when she completed her chemotherapy.
My mother used to put together the pieces for the quilts. She made absolutely beautiful designs. She would then take the front and back of the quilt–which wasn’t a quilt yet–together with the filling to the Amish ladies who would then do the hand quilting. Our families all have at least one of these masterpieces. I think my favorite is the one she made when my son was born. I couldn’t bear to put it on his bed so I hung it on the wall.
Quilts always remind me of a woman I knew in college. I babysat her children, and she made the most beautiful quilts. She since has specialized in silk quilts, and sells them at exclusive shows. She is a wonderfully talented woman, and it always makes me smile to think of her.
The word quilt reminds me of the huge upstairs room in my grandma’s house just for her quilting hobby. I remember walking in there and being amazed at how many quilts she had made. She let us each pick out a quilt she had made by hand when we were small. I really regret not learning how to quilt. I’m in my 30’s now and wish I knew how to quilt.
My sister! she is a quilter & whenever I see a quilt I think of her!
My grandmother sitting at her sewing table or in her recliner. I love love quilts.
I think of the many quilts that my grandmother made. I have one as do all of my cousins.
I remember my Grandma & Great-Grandma sitting around their quilting frame (hung from the ceiling), stitching on their newest quilt. They made quilts from all the scraps left over from our homemade clothes. What fun it was to look carefully at those quilts & find the fabric from my favorite pajamas or Sunday dress! Thanks for stirring up those old memories!
When I hear the world Quilt, it brings to mind, tradition, country, Old school, and the very first one I made. A little crooked on some of my pattern stitches, but still something to be proud of!
The first thing I think of is my grandma having her giant quilting rack set up in her tiny apartment. It was fun to play under it as kids. It was like a giant fort. It seriously took up the whole mainroom of her apartment!!
Babies. It has always been a big deal, both in my own family, and in my husband’s, for a grandmother to make a quilt for each new baby. We all have our own, and they are very special.
The word quilt reminds me of my mom who is a master quilter and makes a quilt for each grandchild as they get into their teen years. She also made my babies’ crib set and countless other beautiful items that come from her heart!
my mother-in-law to be piecing and hand quilting a king size quilt for our wedding gift-a total labor of love
I have wonderful friends who all share a love a quilting. We used to all sew and quilt together but as our lives have changed we aren’t able to spend as much time together. But those quilt threads still bind us all together. Girlfriends are the best!
I think of tying quilts at church functions. I’ve never done a pieced quilt… I don’t think I’d have the patience for it!
Summer trips to my grandma’s farm…the big ol’ farmhouse with the steep stairs to get to the “kid’s rooms”, and the beautiful pansy quilt that was mine every summer. Ahhhhhh………..good ol’ days! 🙂
The first memory that comes to mind is when my mom taught me how to sew on her old Singer machine and I pieced my first quilt. Its funny to look at it now compared to my recent quilts and see how much I have grown as a quilter! Can’t wait for this set!
I love all the sets again this month. You and your designers have relly out done yourselves! I WANT IT ALL! 🙂
Quilt reminds me of my grandmother and all the love she put in making them.
I think about this old quilt my Grandma used to have in her spare room when we visited when I was a kid. Turned out it was a quilt her Mom and had my Mom. So my Great Grandma gave it to my Grandma when my Mom, her first child, was born. I used to LOVE it. I have no idea what happened to it. I wish I knew.
I have loved quilting for many years even though I did not grow up with quilts per se. Right before I became interested in quilting. Must have been sort of like nesting. Anyway, sure enough the right person came into my life. It was a lady I worked with who was an avid quilter. Unfortunately she would only come to Denver once a month, but during those visits she got me interested in quilting, taught me some quilting and shared with me the stories of quilts through the years. I have been an avid quilter since then, some 15 years later. I love making quilts and giving them away best. I just love to see the look on others faces when they receive them. I also love to hunt for old quilts so that I can imagine the history they have been through and who owned them. Thanks for the giveaway and for creating the new set. I LOVE IT!!!
The memory that first comes to mind is that of my friends’ cuddled in a quilt or sleeping cozily under the quilt. Warmth & comfort. =)
The best kind of sleep…
Beneath Heaven above….
Is under a quilt….
Handmade with love.
I used to be a quilter before stamping and would attach this poem to all of the quilts I made for babies. Warm, soft, and cozy!
The first thing that comes to mind is the quilt that covered the double bed my sister and I shared as small children. The pattern was Grandmother’s Flower Garden, all soft pastels and completely handstitched by my great-grandmother. I would give anything to have that quilt or even a tiny piece of it today.
warmth and coziness of my grandma’s love
Snuggling with my grandmother in one of the quilts she made herself. I also can smell her perfume when I think about it…..great memories! 🙂
I remember sitting under my grandmother’s arm on our living room couch, some 45 years ago, while she painstakingly pieced together hand sewn quilts. She had hand stitching so small and even that you could barely see the stitches. Patiently she taught me to cut out the squares, pin them together and sew them into large blocks. My seven-year-old stitching was uneven and tentative, but she lovingly watched and guided, showing me how to use the thimble and encouraging me to keep going when I hurt my fingers. Her quilts were masterpieces and labors of love. I still have a tiny doll quilt she made for me, and two bed quilts she made for my dad and mom. What treasures of memories those are!
My fondest memory of a “quilt” goes back to just after my Father passed away. I was 5 years old and I begged to spend the night with my Dad’s sister who only lived 1 block away. My aunt would say yes, knowing that in the middle of the night she would end up taking me home because I missed my Mom. Sure enough, about 2 a.m. I wanted to go home. She put a coat on over her nightgown, wrapped me in a quilt and called my Mom who put her coat on over her nightgown. They’d meet half way to let me go home. I’ll always remember the warmth and smell of that handmade quilt!
When I hear the word quilt it brings back memories of the first quilting class I took and how much fun I had when I started quilting. It’s kind of bittersweet, because I haven’t quilted at all since I had my kids. So, thinking about quilting reminds me of my “pre-kids” days! Of course, since I’ve had my kids I’ve been busy scrapbooking and cardmaking!
I think of the nanny we had as a child. She still keeps in touch with my mom. When my 2 siblings and I got married, she made a quilt for each of us. Then, as we had children, she made one for each. I haven’t seen her in 20 years, but it is so very special to me that she took such time and care in her craft to give to me.
Memories of my mother-in-law who loved to quilt and who taught me to crochet and make homemade bread. I keep one of her quilts on my bed.
For me the first thought that comes to mind is the hours and hours I spent creating 2 quilts (my first time ever quilting) as wedding gifts for my 2 sisters. 🙂
Love the new releases! They are all gorgeous!
The first thing that comes to mind is my son. My husband gave me a 6 week quilting class for Christmas one year, I really wanted to learn how to quilt. The day before Christmas I found out I was going to have another baby, our son. So the first quilt that I made , and finished was for my sweet boy!
the first thing i think of is the old quilt i used to sleep under when i was young. it was heavy and warm.
The first quilt I ever made and how that first one gave birth to so many others. I love making quilts as well as paper crafting.
The word quilt brings fond memories of my dear grandmother who passed away 5 years ago. She made hundreds of quilts. I treasure the few that I have, and regret not having her make me a double wedding ring one.
Quilt-reminds me of the ladies in the church I grew up in, how hard they would work, tirelessly in the basement with no a/c in the summer, yet always stitching away with smiles and chatter. I couldn’t wait to be old enough. In the fall they would raffle off the beauties of the year. Finally in 1990, after 25 years of buying raffle tickets I won one of the beautiful gems and have treasured it ever since. It has brought me great comfort and joy in times when I needed it because it’s far more than a blanket, it’s precious hands that sometimes struggled but always persevered to create great beauty. I never made it to joining the guild, but I hold those memories precious none the less.
I think about a blanket I started years ago, with squares completed, but still have yet to assemble…
Quilts:
Quite
Utterly
Inviting
Loveable
Timeless
Sewn from the heart…
quilts!
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word quilt is comfort. My mom crocheted and knit afghans as a hobby. She passed away in 1994 and I have two afghans she made for my husband (then boyfriend) and I. I think of her each time I look at and use them.
Not sure if this fits since they aren’t quilts, but it’s what I thought of.
Thanks for the chance to win.
The first thing I think of is a pink and purple quilt with little doll silhouettes in the squares that my Aunt Annie from Scotland made for me. She died before I ever got to know her, but I loved that quilt so much that I always wished I had gotten to know her. Purple and pink were my favorite colors because of that quilt, and I used it so much that it started to fall apart and I had to put it away so I wouldn’t ruin it.
The first thing that comes to mind is how I got to tie my first quilt with the help of my husband’s grandmother. She is the quilting queen and in a couple of hours we got a KING-SIZED quilt tied and then she helped me bind it. She is such a wonderful person and I’m so glad that I got to spend the time learning from her and chatting the hours away.
My younger sister and I snuggling under Grandma’s quilt when we would spend the night at our grandparent’s home. That was always special.
Crazy patch….something fun that can be embelished with mementos and lots of fun textures and colors.
I am reminded of the hours I spent stitching a small patchwork quilt in anticipation of the birth of my second child. When my son was born he loved that quilt and dragged it around until it became threadbare. He will be 36 next month and that quilt is now safely tucked away in his home 2400 miles from here. That tiny tattered quilt holds many happy memories for us both.
-mary
Running around in a church basement full of Mennonite women, all of whom are wearing white head coverings, clustered around huge square racks and working together on each others quilts. I don’t remember where this was (Chicago, Iowa, Ohio, Indiana or Central Illinois) or how old I was, but it leaves me with a sense of comfort and wonder. I’m far removed from that little girl (who was raised in a Mennonite mission church on the near east side of Chicago) but the wonder of that first memory has stayed with me.
The memories I have from my first hobby….quilting. I have made many quilts and given them away. I have only kept 4. I love piecing them together, it reminds me of a puzzle. My husband once said….”I can’t believe that you’d buy all that fabric and just cut it into pieces, it’s amazing!” I belong to a Quilt Guild, we make and donate quilts to the Hospital Nursery and Hospice. A lot of Love goes into quilting.
The memories of my husbands great grandmother. She used to quilt the most gorgeous quilts ever. Then she passed out of this earth to go live with her maker.
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word quilt is comfort. My mom crocheted and knit afghans as a hobby. She passed away in 1994 and I have two afghans she made for my husband (then boyfriend) and I. I think of her each time I look at and use them.
Not sure if this fits since they aren’t quilts, but it’s what I thought of.
Thanks for the chance to win.
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear “quilt” is the beautiful baby quilt my mom made for my son when he was born.
Thanks for the chance to win!
My Grandma… She lived in MInnesota and she always had quilts (that she made) and they were so warm and comforting! I was only 3 and 4 when we would visit her but I remember how sweet and loving she was and to me, that made her my Grandma!
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear quilt is actually about my best friend’s mom. When my yougnest was born, I asked my friend to be godmother, and she accepted happily. later, when she was born, I was given a quilt by her mother. Now, her mom only normally made these quilts for her own children and grandchildren, so this was truly a special thing that she considered us family enough to make her one. It sits proudly in her crib to this day. 🙂
Grandma’s double wedding ring we used at the cottage.
Quilt means the Amish quilt that my mother-in-law bought for me twenty years ago. I visited the Amish woman who made it a couple of times and she sent along a baby quilt as I was pregnant with my son. I still use that quilt and treasure both of them to this day.
I think about the love my Mother-in-Law stitched into each of the quilts she made. Every family member had two quilts from Grandma Bickel; one for warmth and one to be used as a bed spread. My chidren loved to lay on their quilts and recognize the leftover pieces of material from their shirts and dresses that Grandma used to make the quilts. Precious memories of a life of giving from our Grandma who quilted until her death at 100 years.
When I hear the word quilt, I think of the beautiful quilts that some of my friends make, and how much I wish I had the perserverance to make one. I am much more of an “instant gratification” kind of person, which is why stamping is my kind of craft.
all of my grandmother’s quilts, on top of my feather tic mattress. I loved to sleep there.
The first thing that comes to mind when I think of quilts is my Aunt Cathy! She sews the most beautiful quilts and tree skirts you could ever imagine. She gave each one of us(my brothers and sisters) a tree skirt when we got married and all of our children a stocking with their names on them 🙂
When I was pregnant for my little girl, the ladies at our church made a quilt for her, praying over her while they sewed each stitch. What a comfort knowing that she was covered in prayer whenever she was wrapped in that special quilt.
a beautiful quilt a dear friend made for my husband and i for our wedding.
I don’t quilt but, I’d love to win something.
Both my husband’s and my grandmother were quilt makers. I now have some quilts that were made by each of them. I also am a quilter so I can’t wait to purchase the new set. I can see so many possibilities for cards with it.
My mother didnt sew, but her 2 sisters did. I remember a Cathedral Window quilt my Aunt made and how much I wanted to learn to sew like that. I never made it to that point, but there is still hope 🙂
I think of my mom, grandmother and aunts getting together to quilt. I used to love sitting and listening to them talk and laugh. I treasure the special patchwork baby quilts by grandmother pieced together and hand sewed from material that was leftover from my maternity tops. She was in her 90’s when she made them and continued to piecing and hand sewing patchwork quilt tops up to her 100th birthday.
believe it or not i think of college 🙂 My roommates took an American studies class and as their final they had to make a quilt. We had so much fun hanging out while they sewed their quilts….and they came our gorgeous too 🙂
That would be so awesome! Thanks for the chance.
When I hear “quilt” I think of the quilted doll blanket that my Grandma made for my doll out of her sewing scraps. My two daughters have both used this quilt and it is still holding together quite well after many loving washings!
My first memory is of this totally ugly but cool quilt that my Aunt made for my Mom… made out of scraps from clothes we kids had back in the 60s and 70s All backed on this wonderfully soft but totally ugly green fabric. I love this quilt, despite how ugly it is LOL!
I think of me, making the quilt that made my DH nearly cry…
I remember my grandmother making a very simple quilt in her kitchen
Old fashioned goodness. It reminds me of the Mennonite community that we lived near when we were first married.
My grandmother made me a quilt for my doll bed plus a matching comforter for my bed. I still have both today.
A gorgeous guilt that a family member made.
grandma
Well, I might not make the cutoff, but I’ll post anyway. My memory is pretty recent. I guess I always think of blankets or afghans (I know I spelled that wrong) vs quilts growing up. But my MIL is a WONDERFUL quilter and has made several for my daughter. As their only grandchild, she made a great CAMO quilt (as a request by my hubby) with bear prints on the front…it’s titled “Three Bears for Goldilocks.” We referred to my daughter as Goldilocks until she was born and named.
I remember my Grandma, who passed away when I was very young. When, we would go and visit everyone would ooh and aah over the pretty fabrics and beautiful patterns. Maybe that is why I love coordinating print fabrics (and papers) so much.
It makes me think of the quilt I have that my great grandmother made that I have. It is the only thing I have that she made. I love quilts they are so warm and cozy. Great releases tonight.
Piecing my first quilt with my 6 month old daughter sitting on my lap…and then the joy of finishing a king size quilt!!! Yeah…I know I’m probably too late…but the weeds wouldn’t wait!
My mother-in-law is a quilter and everytime I hear about quilt, it reminds me about her quilts.
QUILT REMINDS ME OF MY GRANDMA. SHE WAS THE STITCHING THAT HELD OUR FAMILY TOGETHER…SHE IS GREATLY MISSED!!
My Mom is a big quilter now, so I think of the quilt she made for my wedding.
I think of my mom and my grandmother! They made such beautiful quilts! I only wish I had a stitch of their sewing abilities, though!! 🙂
Quilt reminds me of my grandmother and all the beautiful quilts she made. She taught me how to do needle work and I got my love of crafts from my grandmother and my mom.