[Previous Suburban Farmgirl, October 2009 – October 2010]
I sure wish I still had this patchwork quilt (below). As quilts go, I own finer specimens (a good subject for a future post, actually, for what quicker way is there to farmgirlize your suburban house than by its bedding?). But this particular quilt — that’s my younger sister posing in front of it when she herself was much younger — is beloved in part because it was made by me.
Entirely of potholders.
Not the comfy-coziest of quilt materials, I admit. But here’s the more specific reason I love it: The amazing variety of potholder patterns I came up with for the squares. A bag of raw material, time to tinker, the courage to try, allowing yourself the freedom to make mistakes, and voila! Possibility! No such thing as one kind of potholder. Looking at things in new ways is the best kind of momentum I know.
For example:
Paula!
I used to make these potholders…although I never thought to make a quilt out of them! After makeing probably 150 of them, my mother just…quietly…stopped replenishing my fabric loops. Of course, my parents continued to feed my creativity with every art and candle making supply I could ever wish for. It’s amazing how something as insignificant as a potholder can bring so many great memories to the surface. THANK YOU for reminding me of how thrilled my mom and grandmothers pretended to be when they got potholder after potholder! Last, I am so sorry for the loss of your father. You were so very lucky to have him as long as you did. I lost mine when he was only 62 – eleven years ago. It feels like yesterday, and for over a year I woke up needing to talk to him, not immediatley remembering that he was no longer here. Luckily, I had a supportive husband and two beautiful daughters…and it became clear to me that I had to move forward. You will too. Over time, losing my dad, while difficult to bear, became less raw and painful. I know how much he loved me….and he knew how much I loved him. For now, that has to be enough. Thank God I still have my Mom! I hope the day comes that your father’s passing will not be the first thing you remember when you wake up. Just treasure the great things he taught you and the impact he had on your life. You and your sibling(s), after all, are a continuation of his life. What more could a parent ask for?
I made & sold a many of those potholders on my mom’s metal maker and bought a plastic one for my boys who did the same. Never thought to make a quilt but did think of making a rug, but never did.
I use to love those looms! I gave one to my granddaughter when she was ten. It’s funny you bring this up today…I have just started a book on opening up to creativity…so the two go hand-in-hand as some of the advice is the same. Thanks for the blog!
Hmmm….you did mention a brother away at uni…could he have packed a big warm quilt to take back with him??? 😀
It’s amazing what wonderful arts and crafts young minds can come up with. A good reason to give children lots of encouragement and plenty of supplies! Love your story.
Seeing those potholders brought back so many memories of summer afternoons many years ago. My twin sister and I along with a few friends would sit for hours making all color combinations of potholders. The quilt is a good idea, wish we would have thought of that!
Marilyn
I remember making these as well and enjoyed it so much that later in life i made placemats using a cut out shape with nails around the edge. These were made using Rug Yarn which is also very study and last a long time. I have used them on my table and under lamps or plants to protect the table. You imagination is expanded like a childs in doing this. It is great fun even if I’m way past childhood.
Life also is like the weaving. Don’t stagnate yourself by doing the same routine day in and day out; even the smallest alteration to your typical day is fresh and invigorating. Be spontaneous, fearless, encouraged to step out and do the one thing that you have been thinking of for so long. I did, and my life is weaving new moments!!
I was a "Hoss" girl! Met him at Burdines (a department store) in Fort Lauderdale Florida in the 1960’s. My Dad took me and lifted me up to give him a big kiss on the cheek! He returned the gester! I was in heaven!
I loved his smile and teady-bear hug.
You just can’t replace those Cartwright men!
Loved your story.