June 17, 2006
carnivale – ritual cloth
This is my piece of ritual cloth. I know I’m a little late for the Carnivale, but the the Sewing Divas gave us such a great subject.
It’s the first quilt my Mom ever made, for me, her first child. It has all sorts of scraps in it from friends, from my Nana’s stash, and I had it on my bed for basically my whole life, and brought it with me here. I still use it sometimes. It’s worn out from use and I have to patch it every now and then. My mom’s made a lot of quilts since then. One year she set up the quilting frame in my bedroom and I slept on a bed under the quilt for a summer. It’s such a simple little piece but it’s obviously a part of me and not at all disposable, even if it disintegrates into bare seams I’ll take it with me wherever I go.
The afghan on the couch is another piece of history. It was made by my great grandmother, who was a prolific maker of afghans – everyone in my family has at least one in their homes. It’s so amazing how our mothers just want to keep their families warm, and make these warm blankets for their offspring.