It’s strange how things come into your life.
And then today, this…
I find myself the owner of a hand-stitched quilt top as beautiful, to me, as any in Jane Brocket’s book.
It was made by Hilda, who was my partner’s grandmother on his mum’s side and was given to me by my partner’s sister.
She thought that I would appreciate it most of anyone in the family.
I can’t tell you how touched I was by this, that I should be thought worthy of the ownership of this beautiful piece of family history.
The patchwork has not been quilted, just lined with a plain cream-coloured sheet. It is entirely hand stitched from an amazing selection of mainly 1960s fabrics, some recognisable from other items once owned by Hilda.
The colours just sing.
It needs a little mending, here and there. It could even be quilted, with wadding and a new backing added. I’m undecided on that score.
I will take some better pictures when we get home.
So I am now the very fortunate owner of a masterpiece.
I do hope that Hilda, if she were watching, would approve.