{"id":496,"date":"2010-07-02T10:15:38","date_gmt":"2010-07-02T10:15:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/?p=496"},"modified":"2010-07-02T14:41:20","modified_gmt":"2010-07-02T14:41:20","slug":"old-and-ugly-but-full-of-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/?p=496","title":{"rendered":"Old and ugly but full of memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/11.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-497\" title=\"1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/11.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"450\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/11.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/11-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>This is my first quilt, my very first. Whether I can really call it a quilt is debatable &#8211; it isn&#8217;t quilted, just stitched together at the edges. It&#8217;s ugly, the fabrics are mismatched and faded. In places the stitches have unravelled leaving holes. It isn&#8217;t a quilt that I would use with pride on a guest bed. But if I could only keep one quilt out of all those I have made, I&#8217;m not sure that this one would win, but it would certainly be in the running.<\/p>\n<p>When I was about twelve years old and at a very strict and academic girls&#8217; school in Newcastle in England, we learned to do English paper piecing in needlework lessons. As I remember, the goal was to piece enough hexagons to make a cushion cover. Most of my friends were bored rigid and hated it. I was enchanted. When it came to stopping and finishing the cushion cover I couldn&#8217;t or wouldn&#8217;t make myself do it. I&#8217;m really not sure how I got away with it (rebellion of any sort really wasn&#8217;t tolerated and this was the mid 1970&#8217;s where nice girls really did what the teacher asked), but somehow I was allowed to take my project home and work further on it.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the late 1970&#8217;s and early 1980&#8217;s I begged for fabric scraps from any unfortunate who was foolish enough to admit to doing any dressmaking. I recognize many of the fabrics from my own creations: blouses, nightdresses, a school summer dress. They are all in there. At some point a friend of my mother gave me a bag of crimplene scraps. I can still remember the joy I felt at this unexpected bounty! (However the fact that they were synthetic and crease resistant made me realize eventually that they really weren&#8217;t a good idea and at some point in the early 80&#8217;s I took them all out again and replaced them with cotton). I spent my free time listening to BBC Radio 4 &#8211; specializing in current affairs and plays &#8211; and stitching away.<\/p>\n<p>I remember scouring local libraries looking for books on patchwork, but although NE England has a huge tradition of quilting, this was not a time when it was fashionable and I remember being very disappointed \u00a0at the meagre offering that I came across. (All in all, I think I must actually have been quite a strange teenager &#8211; when I compare myself to my daughters now!)<\/p>\n<p>Just before I went to university in 1982 I decided that the project was big enough. From somewhere I found batting and begged an old linen sheet from my mother and sewed the three layers together at the sides. My &#8216;Quilt&#8217; went with me to university and to London and then Guildford when I started to work and train to be a chartered accountant. When I went to work in San Francisco in 1989, \u00a0it was left behind at my mother&#8217;s house because I took only two suitcases with me and there just wasn&#8217;t space. It was retrieved when I came to Z\u00fcrich two years later, but for the last 15 years or so has been taking up an inordinate amount of space in my wardrobe.<\/p>\n<p>As those of you who read regularly know, I&#8217;m gradually clearing out my home. Yesterday the wardrobe with the quilt in finally came under scrutiny and I realized that it was time to make a decision about the quilt.<\/p>\n<p>So, I&#8217;ve decided to rehabilitate it &#8211; I&#8217;ve unpicked the old backing and batting and washed the quilt top in the bath. Here it is on the washing line drying. (Please don&#8217;t ask what colour the water in the bath was &#8211; suffice to say that I was shocked and appalled!!!)<\/p>\n<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/21.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-498\" title=\"2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/21.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"450\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/21.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/21-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I think I&#8217;m going to repair it and machine quilt it. It will never be beautiful but it is so full of memories that I really can&#8217;t bear to part with it. The only proviso is that the super thick batting has to go and it has to take up less space &#8211; and have the potential to be used without falling apart. Sentimental I know, but my teenage years are in that quilt and it waked in me the love of quilts and quilting that has been a constant through my life.<\/p>\n<p>One day I will be old and ugly too!<\/p>\n<p>Helen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is my first quilt, my very first. Whether I can really call it a quilt is debatable &#8211; it isn&#8217;t quilted, just stitched together at the edges. It&#8217;s ugly, the fabrics are mismatched and faded. In places the stitches have unravelled leaving holes. 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