Beautiful Quilts - Wordless Wednesday

Recently I attended a charity event for Baptist Childrens Homes. Part of this event is the wonderful quilt auction held each year. Here are just a very few of the quilts I loved.

My grandmother was a quilter and I reckon her mother was also a quilter. I can remember the time they spent going into each time seeking piece making sure all the lines were correct the pattern was they wanted it and the colors in the material were just so. I can remember her using leftover cloth, cut up pieces of clothing that no one wore any more and purchasing special material for the quilt she would create. The beauty in her quilts are priceless and it seems that through her quilts grandma left a piece of herself.

Dreaming A Quilt

Vision unfolds.

Color and pattern

assemble,

change form,

then settle down;

ready to become real.

Fabric bought

here and there.

Shades and hues

are elusive,

having dwelled

only in thought.

Purchases placed

in a box beside

templates designed

late at night.

Inspiration surfaces

in that somnolent state.

Supplies gathered;

plans sketched on

an old yellow pad.

I close the lid

and slip the container

beneath the bed _

that secret place

where dreams

like this wait.

© 1998 Anne Johnson

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