As I have blogged before, I love quilts. One of my treasures is the quilt Grandmother Nitzke made for me. Fortunately, the art of quilting is still constant in my family. Not me, sadly. I go crazy over the patterns, the fabric, but have not had the discipline to try this exacting craft. Pictured above are two of my sister-in-law Carol's projects. Both are going to make up into beautiful quilts. I really appreciated how Carol would slip into the sewing room for a half-hour and assemble two or three little pieces. Quilting definitely lends itself to that persistent "little work here, little work later" effort.
As I have blogged before, I love quilts. One of my treasures is the quilt Grandmother Nitzke made for me. Fortunately, the art of quilting is still constant in my family. Not me, sadly. I go crazy over the patterns, the fabric, but have not had the discipline to try this exacting craft. Pictured above are two of my sister-in-law Carol's projects. Both are going to make up into beautiful quilts. I really appreciated how Carol would slip into the sewing room for a half-hour and assemble two or three little pieces. Quilting definitely lends itself to that persistent "little work here, little work later" effort.
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