My very first memory of quilting is playing under the quilt frame “Hut” while my Grandma, mom, and aunts were quilting my uncle’s wedding quilt.
Grandma had given me a very important job. She had quilted her fingers raw, and occasionally left spots of blood on the bottom of the quilt. I got to crawl around underneath and wipe the stains away. I thought it was really cool!
The best part was laying on my back.
looking up at the patterns the stitches were making,