Meaghan’s quilt

Meaghan's quilt. (story included)
I finally finished the re-working of this quilt.

I got the quilting bug somewhere in the mid-90s when my bigger kids were small. Meaghan was a toddler, if not a barely walking baby. I had already started a quilt for Sarah (handquilted, still unfinished) and decided that Meaghan needed a quilt too. Besides, she kept running off with the softest or cutest fabrics, stuffing them in her crib.

I originally whipped this up in a few days, possibly as little as three. No pattern, I just had dozens of strips of fabrics someone had given me. They had got them from a bedding manufacturer as waste and ordered it by the garbage bag full. I just grabbed from my stash, whizzing the strips through my then-new serger, cutting the larger sewn strips into blocks, rearranging and sewing back together until it was big enough. Some pieces of fabric leftover from small dresses and pajamays made their way in. I had originally layered it with regular poly quilt bat, and sewn together two large pieces of bright clown fabric sheeting (I’d never use it for anything else) for the back. I quickly tied the layers together with pink embroidery floss. I did a fast and loose job of binding, cutting the back bigger , and folding the edges around to the front and quickly stitching them down. My grandmother, who taught me how to sew and quilt, pronounced it "passable".

Five years ago, when we moved here, I noticed that the seams were coming undone on the front, the back was worn, the stuffing loose where it wasn’t bunched and the hastily folded corners poking out and dragging everywhere. After many years of being loved to death by a little girl, and many trips through the washer, it was showing its age.

I took it apart.

I found new filling, an old twin poly duvet middle from Ikea, and a new white flannel backing that used to be a sheet we never liked. The former clown backing had been pronounced too scary now. 😉

I sent it of to a lady who would machine quilt anything you gave her, for $25 and up. My mom said she’d finish binding it, then she never got round to it and niether did I.

Until today.

"My quilt!" Meaghan squealed when I dug it out. I’d just finished overhauling my long-unused sewing machine and was itching to get back behind the pedal. Meaghan sat across the table from me as I worked. This time, I did a more careful job, one that was now backed by years of experience. It only took twenty minutes or so.

I remembered when she was so little she barely spoke, but she grinned so wide wrapped up in her quilt, lost in its folds. After removing all the pins that had stuck in it far too long, I picked it up and draped it round her shoulders. It barely covers her now.

"Here you go, baby." I hugged it round her best I could.

"Thank you, Mommy." She smiled. It still keeps her warm.

Comments

  1. Is it just baby size? I have seen somewhere that someone took the crib quilt they had made when their daughter was young and remade it into a twin quilt for the same daughter to take to college. I always thought that seemed like a nice idea.

    Tigger still uses the quilt I made for her when she was a baby. It is a great size for the car, or plane or curling up with a book. I haven’t quilted in ages though we did buy some fabric with the idea of making a quilt for a baby who is now 1 (the idea was before she was born). Luckily those friends are planning more.

    Your quilt looks lovely.

  2. That is so sweet!

    I am just tiptoeing into the areas of knitting and sewing … mostly with some embarrassing results, but the kids and I are having some fun. 🙂

  3. that is such a nice story!! That really needs to go into a book somewhere 🙂