Our Story
I grew up with a hardworking dad and very crafty mom. My dad taught me the importance of working hard and enjoying it while you do it. My mom taught me the love of sewing/quilting (along with about a million other things). When my dad ‘retired’ at 65 he found he had no hobby other than work. So the next day he was right back at the office only with less and less to do. Years passed and the job has grown less and less and he finds himself watching tv most of the day. Fast forward a few years and the oldest building in our community being up for sale and the dream of owning a quilt store became a reality. One longarm grew to two and then three. The small store expanded, and expanded, and expanded. My husband has been reduced to a small corner with a desk for our main business with my ‘retirement plan’ overtaking the rest. So when you drive by the building with all the living art on the side…stop in and say hi and browse a little.
Treasures
My mom is a quilter and shared her passion with me and my daughter so it was no surprise that we found quilt books on the table to browse through. That led to a trip to her sewing room and that is where the treasure comes in. While looking around the room my eye caught a stack of finished quilts under the cutting table. Being a longarmer I quickly inquired why they had not made their way to my store to be quilted. I was not prepared for the answer. They were quilts made by my great grandmother. A true treasure.
I quickly retrieved the stack and with pure joy looked through the “find”. My great grandmother was born in 1892 and passed away in December of 1972 when I was 6 years old. I have amazing memories of her and was blessed with her China for a lasting memory. I also have two amazing quilts from her, one being a grandmothers flower garden (a honeycomb pattern). It hangs on my wall in the store.
On to my new treasures.
Heirlooms
The fabrics are true vintage and the patterns are timeless. My favorite is the double wedding ring. My daughter looked at the quilt and stated, “I was going to say those are 30’s reproduction prints but they are actually 30’s prints.”
My great grandmother was never afraid of color and these treasures show it.
She always hand quilted her quilts and hope she isn’t looking down on me with her stern look as I prepare them for the longarm. Hopefully she is smiling knowing how much this piece of history truly means to me.