Quilting in Kansas
by Tammy M
In the early 1990s my mother, in an attempt to gather all of her children around her (something I now, 15 years later understand) invited us all to her small Kansas town to learn to quilt.
In a back room of a craft store that was once a bank complete with granite walls, the proprietress sat my sisters and I each at a machine. Our instructions beforehand were to bring a certain amount of fabric. We had no idea what we were in for.
The method she taught us was paper piecing. The quilt style was a pineapple quilt. We did not know then that this was one of the more complex types of quilting. Our instructor made it seem too simple to cut strips, lay them on the template and sew along a line.
There were many mistakes and lots of jammed feed dogs. But we laughed and talked and just spent time together. No husbands, no children. Just us.
No one finished a quilt top that day. In fact "quilt top" turned into "pillow" for many of us. I went home and experienced my first UFO. My quilt sat untouched for many months. Life called me away, but that quilt called to me to come, sit, relax, create.
So I did. I sat and worked diligently, remembering the weekend with my sisters and mother and grandmother. I finished the quilt. The red, green, yellow and blue accompanied by the ladybug and daisy print on white made beautiful pineapple squares that I connected to make a twin quilt. I backed it and bound it with the same ladybug/daisy print.
I gave the quilt to my daughter, who, as she grew learned to quilt. Where did she learn to quilt? Well, you see that fateful weekend in Kansas turned into an annual event and continues until this day.