We traded in our cool, Fall Oregon temperatures for three days of...
...the rejuvinating, sunny, warm Arizona sunshine I grew up in.
|Lake Mead, flying into Las Vegas, Nevada.|
Our days were filled with good food...
|My mom's spagetti is ALWAYS my FAVORITE!!!!! Thanks mom.|
...the laughter of old friends getting together and reminiscing over times shared...
...and the love and joy of simply being with family.
|Mom, Dad, Taylor and me. Nov. 2015|
I was especially reminded of what a legacy our quilts will leave as one of my mom's friends invited us to her home where she shared over 50 quilts made by her mother. I was so terribly inspired to find that each and every quilt was handquilted! Our friend explained with great pride in her voice how her mom used toothpicks to get the pucker of each and every one of these leaves:
I found myself awed by the love of each and every stitch and was reminded to not let myself get caught up in perfection of the outcome, but to enjoy the process of my quilting more.
I was also reminded as I watched our friend read the label of this quilt below...the importance of labeling our quilts. This small little, hand scribbed label, led her into a reminiscent account of her mother and grandmother. It was obvious she cherished her mother's handquilting and it was heartwarming to listen to her stories. It made me curious of what stories my quilts will leave behind??
I'm so glad to be a quilter! This next year I am going to make it a goal to hand quilt at least one quilt.
How about you? Do you still hand quilt? Sometimes? Never? Always?
Linking up with everyone else at Kathy's Slow Stitching Sunday linky.