– A brave lady venturing into the magical art of quilting, embroidery and other sewing-related artistry
The word quilt or quilting is confusing because of all the different meanings the word has. To explain to you how tricky quilting terminology is I present to you this perfectly accurate description of a quilter:
Quilter: One who quilts and spend many hours quilting. Some people only make quilt tops and engage a quilter to do the quilting. Other quilters do their own quilting.
If your elders are like mine you have heard many times that mixing alcoholic drinks is a bad idea. I don’t agree with that, a cocktail can be a beautiful thing. The same way that a mix of various quilting techniques is a beautiful thing. I will tell you why in this article.
I am a quilter. In this article, I will share my story of how I exhibited my first quilt in a national exhibition. The focus will be on how, step by small step, I found the courage to do so. This article is not only for quilters though. My hope is that this article will inspire everyone to find the guts to share their art, with friends, strangers and peers alike.
This month I worked on quilted pillows made with a combination of Kitenge fabric and solids. Kitenge is a fabric popular among places in East-Africa and thus also Kenya where I live now. In the picture, you see three of them. More information about how to make them and the patterns I used will follow in a post later this month.
I’ve finished the top five rows of my Dear Jane Quilt in November, which is incredible because that month my parents also came to visit me and my boyfriend in Kenya. We travelled around a lot and thus I wasn’t home a lot. My parents’ visit was vital to visit this part of my Dear Jane though because they came bearing gifts. Part of those gifts where my quilting and embroidery materials.
Like all good stories, this story has three elements. A book-loving dragon, a bookmark made with creativity and theft of something valuable, by the author even! And as all good fairytales, there might be redemption at the end when the bad person shows remorse. If she doesn’t there will be a bloody ending. Come, open this book with me, and listen to my story.
