It’s a Revolution

I love my little quilt group. They have been so good to me in the last about 13 years. They took me in and mothered me. I think I’m the baby of the group. They taught me how to do so many things quilty. Giving me tips and trick to make things easier. They were there for me when I first got sick. I remember a package coming in the mail the day I went in for a surgery. It meant so much to me. I will never forget that little kindness and so many others over the years.

Now it’s my turn to give back. As president I’m trying to make a fun year for them all. I have a wonderful board. They are dependable. They go the extra mile to make my job easier. All the ladies are so kind to overlook my many mistakes as I conduct and carry out guild business. They play so nicely by following my lead to use scraps. They have made the most beautiful scrap quilts. They have even gone along with my rebellion to tradition quilting.

(My son thinks its so weird when I say I feel like a rebel when I do liberated quilting. He says, “Mom your quilting.”

“I know I tell him but this is not my grandma’s quilt. I’m breaking all the rules.” Then I give a wicked laugh

He just rolls his eyes.

But I must say I was pretty proud of the revolution I started at quilt guilt last week. I taught these wonky stars. The ladies did a beautiful job and I do believe they enjoyed breaking a few quilty rules.

Here is Mary Jo’s

Loretta’s

Sue K’s

Sue T’s

I didn’t get a picture of Denise’s she was chain stitching them and when I came around with my camera she had a lovely chain but no stars.

Let the revolution begin. (insert wicked laugh)