On another book run to the library last week,
(the kids are addicted to books!),
the director handed me a bag of colorful blocks.
He found them among his mother's things.
Could I do something?
I showed them to Jan.
They are turn of the 20th century fabrics.
The dark blues are mourning fabrics.
They are quite fragile.
But not to late to save.
The director said his grandmother must have sewn the little blocks.
I pressed all their scrunched up faces quite flat.
Look at the blocks made of even littler bits.
I volunteered to set them together.
Not one was square; the job would be very fiddly.
But my sewing machine is put away in favor of two young ladies who love to sew.
Jan put them together.
I went into the studio just in time on Saturday.
The quilt is on the frame and ready for quilting.
Time for the big Gamill and the artist to go to work.
"It's like drawing with a needle," Jan says.
She's sewing freehand, and called the little design her modern Baptist Fan.
Baptist Fan is an old, traditional quilting pattern.
Jan said she was sewing more closely than she normally would in order to add stability to the fabrics.
The back of the quilt. A lot of movement.
The little quilt is about three feet on each side.
I attempted to sneak it into the library this morning,
but the director caught me.
He has no idea what transpired between the little bag and the item on his desk.
But he knew what it was.
His Grandmother was making a dolly's blanket.