today is my grandmother's birthday. sometimes i feel alot like her. she has been gone 15 years. she was strong and gentle. and somehow always had peppermints with her. i think of her every day. it's hard not to feel her presence while i make quilts. she was a quilt maker too. but not as a leisure activity. she hand sewed scraps together into cozy quilts to keep her family warm on their gusty prince edward island farm. there was no plumbing or electricity until the 50's and by then most of her children were grown. she made quilts all her life to pile on their beds. i can't help but think of that as i work. i have a quilt she made for me when i was 14. it's always in the studio with me. i can see her hand in each stitch. the love around that quilt is palpable. i'm sure some of the scraps come from clothing she wore when my father was a boy.
today she would have been 107. and how i miss her.
the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. I write little stories in my mind as I make the quilts. sometimes they become actual stories. and sometimes I share them here.