I’m headed to do an appraisal day today and tomorrow at the Bushwhacker Days Quilt Show in Nevada, Missouri. Bushwhacker Days is a fun early summer event for the family, with vendors, music, food, and tons of activities for the kids. Problem is, I never see much of it! I will be, instead, at the quilt show, which is always loads of fun (such nice people!). Since the guild who sponsors it is just that far away from my house, I never know what they’ll have hanging. And, as always, I never have any idea what will show up on the appraisal table (have I told you that I have the best job ever?).
Becky, one of the facilitators of the show, emailed me a while back asking me to bring some quilts with stories for the bed turning she always does. Being my usual prompt (ahem) self, I pulled a few yesterday that I thought would be kind of fun. One probably isn’t the usual bed-turning-fodder. It belonged to my husband’s grandmother. Apparently she decided it was too long for the bed and just took her scissors and whacked the bottom row (and one side) of blocks off of the quilt…after it was tied. Fortunately, she saved that bottom row. I’ve had it for a couple of years now, with every intention of fixing it, but haven’t done it yet. Besides, it’s kind of funny left as-is, don’t you think? Yeah, I know, funny like a root canal.
Another quilt I’m taking along is one I just received this week. It’s a butterfly quilt that was in my dad’s mom’s things. We are pretty sure she made it, but Dad doesn’t remember her working on it. It’s in absolutely pristine condition, so I’m guessing that she made it, then tucked it away. Since Dad doesn’t remember it, I’m thinking she must have put it together after my grandfather died in 1946 (about the time my dad left home), since it does have a few 1940s fabrics in it. Most of them are 1930s dress prints, but there are just a few post-WWII prints, so it couldn’t have been finished before then.
I’m taking another, a Whirligig quilt made by my mom’s mom.
She made it with scraps of Dan River plaids that she got at the shirt factor where she worked. All those plaids! You have to love a quiltmaker with that kind of vision.
Since the show doesn’t start until 2:30 today, and it’s about an hour’s drive away, I realized that I had time to stop off at the quilt shop (the one whose sign reads: “Scream until your husband stops the car!” I’ll get a photo to prove it, promise!) along the way and the antique store where I found this beauty (below). It’s not going with me since, sadly, it has no story at all. (Moral of this story is that you should always label your quilts.)
So while I’d like to celebrate Sewing Machine Day by actually sitting at my machine, I have plenty of other fun things to do. Besides, the weather is glorious! I hope you have a fabulous day. Ready, set, go!
UPDATE: See? Here’s the quilt shop sign:
And guess what else? Because of Becky mentioning my grandmother’s name while showing the Whirligig quilt above, a lady came and asked me what my relationship was to the maker. Turns out that she had a young lady with her, nine years old, who is the granddaughter of of my second cousin. I can’t figure out if that makes her a fourth cousin or a second cousin twice removed. At any rate, she is named Jesse after my third great grandfather. And…she wants to be a quilter! (Did I get a photo? Um, no. I was really caught off guard!)
All in all, it was a very good day!