I simply can’t remember a time when I wasn’t trying to make something with my hands. Paper dolls were just an excuse to make new clothes for the dolls, leaves were raked into rooms with beds and chairs, carrots were peeled into curls. Whatever the play or work, I was trying to create something that said “me.”
There have been so many crafts over the years, I am almost embarrassed to tell you what they were. I don’t know if I am a Renaissance woman or have a short attention span.
My first patchwork bedspread was made out of a sample book of drapery and upholstery fabric. It was so scratchy I couldn’t sit on it without long pants! You can see my grandmother with my 10 year old self in my avatar. She couldn’t sew a stitch but she worked in a fabric store and brought me lots of goodies.
My first real quilt didn’t happen until 1979, but I have lost count of how many there have been since then. Do tops count?