Hello!
I wrote recently about unearthing things during a spring cleaning of my sewing room. You won't believe the most surprising thing I found: my own hand quilting.
Like a lot of us, I hand quilted everything during my early quilting journey. I babysat my granddaughter (now an adult) and while she napped I hand quilted at the dining room table. I quilted every single day...for years until she went to school.
But then an old aunt of mine looked at my work and was critical of the size of my stitches; she also said they were uneven. Now normally I wouldn't take criticism like that to heart but I respected my old aunt and I stopped showing people my quilting.
Eventually (because of my hands), I stopped hand quilting all together.
But here's the thing...
I own hundreds of antique and vintage quilts. I've studied hundreds (or thousands) more. I know what hand quilting is supposed to look like.
But during the last few decades, I never even looked at some of the old baby quilts I had made. I just packed them away until this past month.
But when I brought them out to iron and fold differently, I noticed my stitches...and I was shocked. My stitches were fairly small and very even. I have no idea what my aunt was criticizing.
When I thought about it a while, it occurred to me that my aunt didn't even quilt. I don't remember her doing any handwork. Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad at my aunt. I am disappointed in myself for internalizing her opinion.
I remembered this article and this photograph:
I didn't stop hand quilting because of my aunt's comments. Carpel tunnel and other hand problems arose and I switched to machine quilting.
Still, I wonder how many of you have encountered the same kind of discouragement about your sewing and how it impacted you.
Have a safe and happy day.