this weekend at my sister in law's house.. I saw this quilt.. I never saw it before.. and she didn't do quilting.. when I asked she answered that it belonged to her mother.. my mother in law died a year ago.. and she was a crafter too.. before she had a diminished vision.. and she always regretted this..
but this quilt ..I saw it first time.. we looked closer.. it was the perfect size for a child's cot.... and probably it belonged to my husband or one of his brothers..
my niece.. she is 21.. who was the closest to her grandmother.. joined us and said that she remembered another one.. similar to this.. that her grandmother was covering her with.. for afternoon sleeps..
I noticed the center pattern.. a heart.. it was not her style you know.. hearts.. she was a bitter lady.. not even hugging her children and grand children.. had life change her that much.. or was she always like that?.. this I can't know.. but she was not a heart type.. so curious ..I asked.. if she did it.. 'I don't know' answered her grand daughter.. .. 'but I don't think so'.. and she continued.. 'it was very pale blue.. before we dyed it in violet.. if it was her, who did it.. she would choose a darker colour.. to prevent getting dirty easily.. she was a practical woman .. not a romantic personality..'
but who knows .. maybe she was romantic before.. and she prepared this for her first child.. without caring about dirt and practicality..I can easily imagine a young woman.. choosing light blue colour.. and heart pattern for her first child..life is hard.. and if you have 4 children.. and during those impractical years of 1948 to 1959..it must be a difficult life.. feeding ..cleaning..heating .. washing..sewing..knitting for the needs of five people during years may change our priorities.. pleasure may be left behind.. and I remembered a talk between us when I was pregnant for my daughter... I told her that I was trying to make a patchwork cot-cover for the baby.. and that as my son was young..he wouldn't let me..and I had to wait for him to be asleep and that made me impatient.. she said..''don't worry .. you'll finish.. we did it too .. after they all were asleep.. and the stove-oven went cooler.. I leaned to the stove and did sewing and knitting in the light of an oil lamp''.. I felt so embarrassed that laughing answered her.. so I should shut my mouth up mum.. I have central heating.. and electric light.. and if I can't finish it.. I have a house maid to help..I earn money and there are so many patchworks to buy ..in the stores.. yes she said.. you all are luckier than us..
I do craft for pleasure.. she did for the needs of her home.. that is why we can't imagine her doing frivolities.. life changed her into a frugalities woman ..
did I say that I believe..being a crafter makes you a philosopher too.. crafting is leaving signs of yourself to the world.. sometimes.. overt signs.. but sometimes puzzles.. keep crafting ladies..the world needs it..