Here are Pearl and Evelyn looking out my sewing room window at a bunny that is mocking them because it knows they can't get out:
I want you to take a look at the following photos of two quilt tops.
I love and admire the color choices and the bold border:
They were so beautifully done that I took a ton of photos:
This man had clearly been quilting for a long time - you could see it in the workmanship, his choice in quality fabric, the sensible way he arranged his stash and the age of his thread:
I'm dying here.
Look at this little bit of his stash/orphan blocks:
Let me interject that it really doesn't matter that the quilter was a man rather than a woman. It is just that there are so fewer men and women quilters at his age and it is clear he'd been doing it for awhile.
Wonder if his wife sewed? Wonder if he was a tailor? Wonder who taught him? I have so many questions.
Sister-in-law wasn't sure the son even realized the quilt tops were included in the fabric bins and she asked me if I could quilt them, which I am honored to do. She wants to give them back to the family, which seems appropriate. As gorgeous as his work is, and as experienced as he clearly was, I suspect there are other quilts he has made that the family already has. All the same, these are too wonderful of treasures to not stay with the family. Once quilted, they are going to look stunning.
If I don't screw 'em up, anyway. I am about to go order some black thread for the longarm.
But it is hard, I tell you. I am tempted to make replicas for myself because I am completely in lust with these quilt tops.
I would have loved to have met this man and learned at his feet. And it doesn't matter than he was a man and not a woman - this person was a master quilter. Presumably, his children didn't follow in his footsteps - otherwise, the fabric and tops wouldn't have escaped, even temporarily.
Happy Quilting, Penny, Evelyn and Pearl