Carrie over at La Vie en Rosie and Camille at Simplify have challenged us to set aside any pride we might have and show some pictures of our first quilting effort. Then, after that little humiliation is complete, to show our most recent quilt. Deep breath. Are you ready?
I have always been a multi-tasker (that is the Gemini in me). I started with not just one quilt, but two quilts that I worked on simultaneously back in 1980. They have ended up with two completely different fates.
One of my first quilts has been loved to death. Worn to shreds by my daughter Sara, who embraced it at the age of about six months and is still loving what remains of it to the present day.
I appliqued a big white bunny on the front, and hand quilted the quilt. After many washings and a lot of lovin' this is what remains. It is like a spider web. Obliterated by love.
Now for some serious ugliness. I am having a hard time swallowing my pride and showing you this crap stuff from my early years. In my defense, we didn't have a lot of choice in fabrics back in the 80's. This was to be my opus. What was I thinking???
It is mostly quilted, but still basted together. Near the finish line, I admitted to myself that these colors were just hideous. My workmanship wasn't too bad, once I look at it up close. But those colors. Gag. It lives buried deep in a cedar chest in my bedroom. I can't bear to throw it away for some reason. (To see how far I've come in 29 years?)
Now that we have had that little walk of shame, I can say in my favor that I have experienced a lot of growth in my color sense. And that I have embraced machine quilting with a passion.
Here is my most recently finished quilt top. (Copied blatantly from Camille Rosskelley ).