The Crow Quilt is moving forward in my mind. At last. At first it was a full sized quilt covered in crows. A very artistic quilt. Then it was a hanging moving from dark to light at the top still with lots of crows. At the moment, it’s moved back to a full sized quilt covered with trapunto’ed crows.
Why? She was going to have the hanging sewn onto the top of a duvet cover. Not ok.
I love color in any form. The crow quilt will be greens, earth tones, and blacks. Crow colors. The found quilt I am sharing with you today has faded to pinks and pastels, mitigated with a few reds. It’s a totally worn out quilt that today is folded over the back of my chair in the living room.
But with quilts, you never know what’s happening with them. This quilt has another whole, depression era quilt inside it. I was just jazzed to discover it. The crow quilt will be, perhaps, a star quilt filled with a murder of crows. You will have to be at just the right angle to see them flying across the corn fields. She can put it away if she doesn’t like it, but she won’t be able to sew it to a duvet top. By irritating me, she stirred me into mentioning cost and into getting it done.
George is taking me out to Rosies Quilt shop today. The web page says they open at eleven.