With all of the first days of school being documented on social media I thought I’d put out one of my firsts – my first quilt (riveting, I know).
Back in 1993 I was an 8th grader at Peter Kiewit Middle School. I was enrolled in a home-ec class called “Design Your Own” in which you, wait for it, design your own crafty project. Now if anyone recalls 1993 as well as I do you know it was the era of puffy paint, endless puffy paint. So all of the cool kids in class squeezed this shiny and sometimes sparkly and always gooey and slow drying paint on anything they could get their hands on – keds, tee shirts, boxer shorts (yes, remember when we used to wear boxer shorts as shorts???). Well I massively one upped everyone by making a quilt. Seriously. I was the 8th grader bringing bags of freshly cut fabric in which my mother meticulously labeled instructions each night on post-its for me and my teacher to follow – which we did. The only casualty was my thumb which was impaled straight through by a sewing machine needle and attached to my quilt for a short moment before being sent to the nurse. (This was also the second tetanus shot I’d received in a long line of tetanus risk activities I failed in such as jumping out of a tree house onto an upright nail.)
Anyway I only have 30 minutes of free wifi at O’Hare right now so I’ll bring this to a close. After finished the top my mother’s quit group hand quilted it for me and it was on my bed for a few years before I picked out a more teenage appropriate bedspread. It is now in my parents guest room if you’d ever like to see it. Enjoy the pics!