I scanned one of the quilt block designs from the book, then opened it up in my Silhouette software, and cut a stencil for it. You can also search, “black and white quilt blocks” to come up with an image to do the same. I painted the image with chalkboard paint, because I like the matte look it has. I distressed over the image once it dried.
I felt like the back rest needed something too, so I scanned another image from the book that gave stitching lines hand-quilters use to sew the pieced tops to the batting and bottom fabric of quilts.
And since handmade quilts have so much history sewn up in them, I made another stencil to paint the words, “Quilting…A Stitch In Time”, on the top of the chair. I waxed all the painted designs, for added protection.
Now, for the childhood story…
When I was a child, there was a elderly man who lived across the street from me. His name was Joe. Joe was my summertime companion. I went to his house every morning and helped him feed his yard full of chickens and ducks, and his old dog, “Beagle” (yes, it was a beagle named, “Beagle”). After all the animals were fed, we went inside and every day he made a batch of pancakes, which the two of us ate together. As soon as he finished cooking the last pancake, he’d quickly put the cast iron skillet under the faucet, it would sizzle up, and he’d wipe it clean with a towel, and put it away to use the next day.
What does that have to do with quilts, you might ask (or not)?
Joe’s sister, Anna came to live with him when she was no longer able to live by herself. I wasn’t too crazy about there being another woman in the kitchen with us, but the one thing I loved about Anna is that she quilted. She set up her quilt frame in the living room, and had bunches of cut quilt pieces laying in neat stacks. Anna often gave me the scraps she wasn’t using, and I took them home, and pretended to make a quilt with them. If Anna only knew, that I’m still pretending to make a quilt…she’d probably wonder why she bothered giving me her scraps!
Joe and Anna both passed away many, many years ago, but they are a special part of my sweetest childhood memories. They are a “stitch” in my life time.