
Image source: LIFE magazine (February 1950)
I know many people belong to quilt guilds and quilt groups. But I don’t. Not yet. Every day (week… month…) I have every intention of joining. But between work and the not-quite-school-age kids, every “day, week, month” becomes every year. One day soon, I’m sure, I’ll join my local guild (the active and fabulous East Bay Heritage Quilters) and find a quilt group that will have me.
For now I’ve resigned myself to lone quilting.
This weekend I got to be a guest and my neighbor’s quilt group meeting! I rang the doorbell with excitement. I don’t have a portable quilt project working right now, so I was carrying a fleece dog pad I wanted to stitch up around the edges (here’s the recipient). I couldn’t stay long—just through the rest of my kids’ nap time.
Neighbor Julie and her three quilting partners welcomed me with open arms and closed rotary cutters. My timing was perfect… I had enough time to whip stitch the pad before snack time! (According to the ladies, snack time is a popular element to their quilt group gathering and crankiness before snacks is understood, although no one seemed cranky this time.)
I also had time to dip into the projects and conversation: Silk combined with batiks, stripes and dots (should the stripes all go the same direction or different?), pieced backs versus solid pieces, an upcoming trip to Long Beach, and myriad thread choices.
Ahhhh. Heaven. While I’m surrounded by quilts and quilting 40 hours a week at work and we discuss quilting processes and the projects in upcoming books, it’s not the same as really talking about quilting — as in the tangible and beautiful quilt next to me or ideas for the next quilt I could actually work on. It’s the simple difference between talking in theory and getting your hands dirty, if only in conversation.
I think that will be my favorite part of joining a quilt group. What’s yours?
(P.S. – Thanks, Julie! I had fun and the buttermilk blueberry cake hit the spot!)