Who was she?
Susan slowly unfolded the unfinished quilt in Grandpa’s Antique Store and then gasped. An experienced quilter would have to gasp at this rare find; no other response would have done it justice.
Fabrics from seven decades flowed along carefully stitched seams. Curved elegantly and precisely pointed, this simple quilt top spoke of its creator.
|Tiny even stitches...|
Who was she?
Flipping the pieced fabric revealed tiny even hand-stitches, done patiently and without hesitation. The knots were tight, almost invisible.
“Look!” Susan called to her husband, who was handling rusted knives and axes. “See this!” She ran her fingers long the flowing ‘Apple Core’ design.
“Uh, huh…” John answered, glancing briefly at the cascading fabric.
|Carefully planned color flow...See how the points meet and the line travels ...|
“See how she considered the colors and the designs! Pink moves to pink and gray floral, moves to gray and blue, then to blue and yellow! It is…”
But John had moved on to bronze casted statues.
Who was she? How could she ever let this go? Who would dare to give it away to be sold?
|Pink floral, to pink, to black to blue...So much thought was given to this...|
‘Forty-dollars! Only forty dollars?’ Susan gathered and reverently folded the quilt.
Forty-dollars for a masterpiece.
The masterpiece is being quilted by more capable hands than mine. In a few weeks, I will bring it to my home.