In my Mother’s Day, quilts were not about being hip. Quilts were barely for entertainment, but always for warmth and survival. Taking tattered dresses and worn out britches and giving them new life wasn’t chic it was necessary.
The most skilled quilters,however, found a way to weave stories, history even through the fabric of the quilt combining it in a way that seamlessly allowed you to be wrapped, simultaneously, in style, comfort and love.
Quilts always remind of my mother. Anytime she hits a yard sale, or a used store, she searches for quilts. Though she is not a quilter, her memories of my grandmother stitching together scraps to keep the family warm on cold nights still vivid in her mind. The connection is still there. The history and love that travels from generation to generation is one of the things I love most about being a mother. It was that connection that prompted me to except the reviewer’s role for Ramona Richard’s new book, My Mother’s Quilts.
I love looking at quilts, though I’ve never created one of my own. I have a friend who quilts and regularly shares them with her Facebook family and I am always in awe. The patterns and the colors so vivid. There’s something about taking tiny squares of fabric and making nothing short of a work of art.
The thing about quilts from their earliest origin is that they were always made from scraps. It was all about using every thing to its fullest capability. There was no wasting. There was no dropping things off at the Goodwill. If that fabric had any life left in it you were going to use it for something. The way that a master quilter can take what others would see as castoffs and turn them into a treasure, a beautiful, magnificent, majestic representation of colors and patterns is amazing. There’s something about quilts that makes me think of life.
Sometimes we get what feels like scraps. Extra work at the job, kids not behaving, leaky roof, traffic jam and on and on. The stress and strain of living can wear you out. But what we do with it, that’s what makes a LIFE. If you spend a little more time enjoying, honoring and appreciating the moments, you’ll be able to weave together a life full of memories that will give you all the pleasure of a warm and cozy quilt.
My Mother’s Quilts boasts not only beautiful, full color pictures with inspirational stories but also includes prayer prompts fit for a full cup of coffee and a morning devotion. (I read mine on the in the sun while the kids were splashing, so waterfront reading is cool too.) There’s enough room to take notes or reflect, I love jotting down my prayer requests and coming back to see how God has honored my prayers. Among other things, I guess I get that from my mom.
Would you like to win one of the quilts featured in #MyMothersQuilts or other prizes? Contest details here. Winners will be emailed after the contest ends on June 30, 2016.
I received a copy of the book in exchange for my review, but my opinions are my own.