Tuesday, November 18, 2008
One day, about two years ago, my husband and I were walking around the West Village headed to my favorite yarn store, Purl. We passed the then-brand-new Purl patchwork, and I dragged my husband in. Pregnant at the time with Annie, I instantly decided I would make her a quilt. I already owned Kaffe Fassett's Caravan of Quilts, and wanted to make one of the more complicated quilts in that book. The lovely woman staffing the shop talked me down off that ledge and convinced me to pick something much more manageable for my first project. I spent an hour salivating over all the gorgeous prints, and plucked various gems off the shelf. After spending way too much money, I walked out with a stack of fabric and a new love of fabric. For the next few weeks, I slaved over my mother's Singer sewing machine. I had never made a quilt before, yet I was convinced that it couldn't be too difficult. I worked and worked, and this was the result!