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The challenge is out, lets see how many of us can join the wonderful new campaign called Stitching for Pink !!! Starts today until 30 October. Its gonna be so much fun with 10 projects to complete. Come on Embroiderers lets unite and join the fight against Breast Cancer !!!
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Mary
My Mom was very proud of her quilts but extremely protective. Her quilts were her children and she would not enter them in competition, even though they most likely would have won high prizes. I think it was because she put so much of herself in her work and she was an intensely private person and a perfectionist. Her quilts were for her pleasure and when they were finished they were carefully stored in the linen closet to be distributed to her children and grandchildren when she was gone. They were never used.
My approach is far different. I'm not a perfectionist in anything. My motto is "Close enough is good enough" (unfortunately!) I've given everything I've ever made away except the very first quilt I made. Mom went at her quilting with a lot of discipline, I'm just now getting into it and I'm still rather haphazard.
But for all our differences, I think the one thing we had in common was a love for everything that has to do with quilting.
When my granddaughter was barely a year old her mother and I took her to a big fabric store and as we guided her stroller through the aisles she reached for the fabric oohing and aahing. I knew the next generation of quilters was in the making.
And so it goes on.