The first quilt I ever made was a joint project in 1995 with our oldest daughter, Jen. The pattern came from a “quilt in a weekend” book (BWAH HA HA HA HA!), and she picked out her favorite colors at the local JoAnns: pink and purple, with a black background thrown in. I cut out the template pieces from a cereal box and traced them onto the fabric. Together, we cut the fabric, assembled the blocks, and layered the sandwich of batting and backing. Then we quilted it in the ditch (mostly sort of in the ditch). The result is a masterpiece of mistakes resulting from inexperience, but we had a good time doing it. To my surprise and pleasure, she took it on road trips, dragged it to college, and into her working girl apartment.
We got “the call” a few weeks ago — our oldest daughter is getting married, and has set the date for this October. I think it’s time for her to get a new quilt, a queen size to share with her husband. But I’ve got to move fast if I’m going to get it done in time.
Fortunately, the pattern selection was simple: my guild recently did a class with a star pattern that uses large locks and straight seams, yet has a complex look. Fabric selection was next, but since the Admiral and I were due to visit my folks in Northern Virginia the next week, we put it off so that we could go to G Street Fabrics with my mother. The Admiral, who generally wants no part of fabric shopping, headed to the pattern section where she could sit and read. My mother and I headed to the quilting fabrics and quickly ran into one roadblock after another as we tried to put a combination of 9 fabrics together. After two hours of this, the Admiral stomped over to see what was taking us so long. By that time, we had a pile of various batiks we were puzzling over and were frustrated by the lack of assistance by the sales staff. The lone sales lady had wandered by once, made it huffily clear that we were an inconvenience, told us she had no fabrics with a black background, and then disappeared. (Yes, at G Street. We were surprised.)
The three of us started over. To say that my daughter has color confidence is an understatement. She started pulling down various possibilities, and within fifteen minutes we had chosen the background fabrics. We started auditioning fabrics, and the logjam broke when the Admiral found the middle-grade purple with a design that pulls together the batiks and the prints. Finally, after nearly 3 hours, we had our fabric. Pinks and purples, with one black background. We’d come full circle.
The pattern calls for some simple borders around this top to make a queen size quilt. Snore.
As I was working with the different fabrics in the top, it occurred to me that the background fabric looks like someone spilled a box of Good and Plenty candy.
And then it occurred to me that this is a pretty good wedding wish — for good and for plenty. So, this afternoon I drafted up the letters for the border. (The letters are not pieced in yet, so I can still edit their size.) What do you think?
I’m thinking that the bottom border would include the wedding date, and the other side would be their last name. Too much?