This quilt that John and I slept under last night is one that I pieced and then quilted, all while sitting with both or one of my parents. It's warm and lovely and I smile when I look at it. And now that Mom has died, all I want to do is hand-quilt this elliptical Drunkard's Path. Continuing to sit and be quiet and be thankful. Mom was the one who taught me to sew - I even took her sewing machine to college with me in 1967. Because that's what we did - take our sewing machines to college. It is ironic that I always found a way to get out of handwork, usually by giving it to Mom. And now in her last years and in her death, it is handwork that is such an important solace.
This is the year that I recognized how much I am gravitating toward minimalism in design. I study the two books I have by Yoshiko Jinzenji - Quilting: Line and Color and Quilt Artistry: Inspired Designs from the East. In February I am taking two classes with her at QuiltCon in Austin.
This year I feel good about trying new things, like hand applique and curved piecing. I am glad to have these techniques in my bag of tricks. This curved pieced bit - my homage to the Badminton Shuttlecock - still needs some handpiecing on the background. But I don't love this piece and don't know whether I want to spend more time on it. And it's ok. What I did learn from this piece is that an unexpected color, like the grellow, can really perk up a palette.
This year was one of peace for my family as my parents lived their final chapter.
P.S. And this year was one of deepening friendships with my circle of quilt besties - an amazing group of women whom I love.