Quilt Top
I made my first quilt top last week. I grew up with three or four quilts made by great grandmothers: a yellow pinwheel pattern, one with seafoam green leaf shapes, one made from jeans on one side and sunday suits on the other, and my favorite made out of pink, blue, and yellow flannel. We nearly loved that one into oblivion. When Rob and I got engaged, he had a quilt top that he'd commissioned from a woman in Ridgefield Utah, a whirling fan pattern which my parents' ward then quilted for us. The ladies of Oakland I had been quilting for about 25 years by then, and they knew what they were doing. Then for Christmas of 2000 my mother gave me a quilt she'd made out of the flannels from all of the nightgowns that she'd made for me and my sister each Christmas growing up. When our German friend came last semester, she was very taken with American quilts. We showed her ours and I took her to a few places to look into buying one, but we couldn't find anything. She went hom