Here is the second quilt in my "Why I Quilt" series. My first post can be found, here. This quilt was made by my Great-Grandma Bacher. All of the great-grandkids have a quilt by her. She was not able to finish mine before her death and so my mother had the quilt group at our church finish it for me. I slept under it every night from roughly the age of 10 until I go married. Unfortunately, this quilt shows how much I used it, so I didn't risk taking it outside.
I love this quilt. I love the scrappiness of it and that I found fabrics in this quilt in some of her other quilts. The pale yellow has become one of my favourite colours just because of this quilt. If memory serves me right, the centre was complete and borders set aside before she died.
Here you can see some of the damage. Some fabrics were really thin and have ripped wherever they were in the quilt.
Here you can see 2 more fabrics that have almost completely disappeared. Aren't the rest of the fabrics just amazing? Not all the fabrics are 100% cotton so this quilt has a lot of texture. I used to love looking at this quilt and finding new favourite fabrics and tracing the quilting lines.
Hand quilted. Love it.
Some of the damage on the edge.
This quilt is now folded and on a shelf. I hate not using it, as it is so light it would make a great summer quilt, but I'm afraid to lose anymore fabrics. I'll have to remember to get it out every once in awhile and just enjoy looking at it.
My sister has joined in the fun of looking at the quilts in our lives. She posted on Wednesday her quilt made by our aunt. She also has a Grandma Bacher quilt but it might be at my parents house. She is planning to do posts on Wednesday, so be sure to check it out. It's great to see some of the quilts we grew up with, which started the quilting seed in our brains. It's interesting to look at the quilts made by the women in our family (my aunt who made the quilt last week, was on my father's side of the family, while Grandma Bacher is on my mother's side), and see that making quilts is a part of who we are and something we were destined to do.