Appreciationby Jacquie Scuitto
There are quilts that make me wonder.
there are quilts that make me blink.
There are quilts that tug my heartstrings.
There are quilts that make me think.
But the quilts that mean the most
And that fill my heart with glee
Aren't the ones I see at quilt shows.
But the rare ones made for me!
Nice poem! But if I could take the liberty of changing the last line a bit, that second stanza would read:
But the quilts that mean the most
And that fill my heart with glee
Aren't the ones I see at quilt shows.
But the rare ones made BY me!
I think the operative word here is "by." lol.
"Shady G"
"Shady G"
1 comment:
Hiya,
We have an American Museum, in Bath, Somerset.(UK)
I used to go there to look at the old American Quilts, which were lovely.
You could almost read the stories of family life in there.
Some people say they can tell which bits were stitched in peace and quiet, and which were sewn while the seamstress was mad at her husband or worried about the children.
I did a lot of dressmaking at one time ( living in upstate NY) and always saved the snippets. I love looking at those now, to remember the garments that came from them.
They do tell a story, even for us in modern days, when fabric isn't as scarce or pricey as it was when quilts started.
Post a Comment