Way back when our son Karl, who is now 19, was in third grade, he was in love with Harry Potter.
At the time I didn’t have a quilting machine so I tied the quilt. I tied lots of quilts back then. I eventually got to the point that quilting was frustrating for me. I wanted to make the machine quilted quilts I saw in the magazines and on patterns but just didn’t have the money to pay for the fabric AND to pay for the machine quilting. I did a few wall hangings and throw quilts because I could quilt them with my traditional machine, but slowly I just quit quilting because I couldn’t complete the projects the way I wanted. I wanted to make bed size quilts!!
Finally I made it known to Hubby that I wanted a quilting machine. With the five kids, it was a struggle to try to save much money, but slowly we saved a bit…not a lot, but a bit. It was enough that I had hope that maybe, just maybe I could get a machine in few years.
Then my Dad had a stroke, lingered and then passed away. It was a long summer of hospital visits, nursing home visits and then cleaning his belongings. Once the estate was settled, each of my siblings and I inherited some money. That was hard for me. I am not used to getting something for nothing. I felt like it was my Dad’s money…I vowed I was just going to put it in the bank and forget about it, not spending a cent. Then after some talking and prodding, hubby convinced me to take enough money out to purchase a quilting machine. Hubby convinced me that being I did a lot of donation quilts, it really was no different than my dad donating money to a worthy project. His logic made sense and after some thought, I bought a quilting machine.
I didn’t do any investigation. I just bought what I first saw, my Pfaff Grand Quilter.
My quilting life changed with that gift of money from my Dad. I was so happy quilting because I felt like I could afford to quilt and finish my project the way I wanted. I didn’t have to tie quilts anymore. I could machine quilt them. I could make quilts look like they did in the pattern. I could make big bed sized quilts. From then on, I started sewing all the time. It honestly was like a new door had opened for me. I can’t say enough times how thankful and grateful I am to my Dad for the gift of my quilting machine.
As I patched this hole in Karl’s quilt today these were the thoughts I had….
I had sewn through the quilt catching too much fabric. I tore it out and patched again, still thinking how blessed I am.