I’ve heard of quilts “talking” but I’ve never experienced it to the extend I have with this one. As I sit and carefully take apart the crumbling portions of the lone star, I felt I needed to know more about the woman that made the quilt top. What was she like? What color were her eyes? Was she happy?

Some of the fabrics were clearly leftovers from some other project. Many of the diamonds are composed of smaller pieces joined together. The red dots (with the addition of a white collar and cuffs) would have made a cheery dress. The disintegrating striped fabric came from something special; maybe an Easter dress. Was the gingham a favorite apron or curtains at the kitchen window?

I’m going to send emails to my sister-in-laws asking about her and compile Louise’s story; maybe as part of the label on the back of the quilt. I think I might also take a break and make a lemon meringue pie.