Who can resist beautiful bouquets of flowers? Apparently, not me.
The quilt stopped me in my tracks, folded over a rack in a vendors' booth at a local guild's quilt show on Friday. It was a small show in a church hall, and though I had stopped in by myself, I had been browsing it with quilting friends I ran into while there. In fact, I had been in that little booth already and hadn't even noticed it but while running back through the show, 'Favorite Quilt' ballot in hand to find the entry number to cast my vote, I came around a corner and there it was. So graphic!
I'm not really a blue & white person nor, if you recall, am I a quilt collector. I do have a weakness for pindots. And quilts that seem not to be valued.
This quilt is not in good shape. Much of the applique in the border swags is coming undone.
Some of it is missing all together.
But as I looked at it, all I could think of was the humble quilter who made this wonderful piece. She was no skilled stitcher. Some of her applique is done in a running stitch.
Some of it is done, rather primitively, in conventional applique stitch. The quilting, though simple, is dense and fine.
The price tag was marked surprisingly low. But I am not a collector! The owner dropped the price, I counter-offered and came home with it for the price of a few yards of fabric. As striking as it is in the photos, it's pretty worn and a bit dirty in places. I hope to do some repair on some of the swags and fold it, best side forward, to display on a rack. Thinking of the woman who made this quilt, I just could not let it become a moving pad or a garage dropcloth!
Some people rescue animals. Call me the quilt rescuer.