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Helen Kelley Patchworks

Quiltmaker, Teacher, Lecturer, Designer, Author, Judge

Not My First

April 28, 2007 – Today I am eighty years old. It doesn’t seem that should be particularly significant. So many great people, quilters and not, have turned eighty before me. But, my daughter reminded me that I love each quilt that I make as if it were my first. It doesn’t matter how many have been created before. So, perhaps I should celebrate this birthday, as well.


Scaredy-Cat

April 23, 2007 – I’m a scaredy-cat. I admit it. When I go swimming, I stand on the dock for a long time before I get the courage to jump into the cold water. I’ve always blamed it on the fact that I was used to the warm salty water of the Chesapeake Bay. But to be perfectly honest, I just lack the courage. Now, I am trying to make myself begin my latest quilt. I’ve laid out the cutter and the paper and pencil and the fabric on the floor. I’ve walked around it. Now, I am going to have to close my eyes and jump in.


Something Old, Something New

Wedding Quilt
April 16, 2007 – Next Saturday our grandson James is marrying his Patience. Of course I made him a wedding quilt. I’ve made one for each of my grandchildren. And each has been special, with something old (the tradition) and something new (the quilt).


Great-Grandma Kelley Quilts – Trey

Horse April 10, 2007 – My second great grandson loves the State Fair. The rides, the food, the animals, the lights, the excitement. This quilt is built from photographs of him at the fair. He watched each step as I assembled and sewed, offering opinions all along the way. When it was time to add the finishing touch, my signature, he announced that because it was his quilt, he would choose where I would put my name.

To see Treys’s quilt and my other Great-Grandma Kelley Quilts click here.


Promise

April 3, 2007 – Last week my crocus poked their heads up through the grey debris from winter. They were a wonderful promise of spring to come. Today the wind is blowing and the snow is falling like November. I feel betrayed. I think I will wait for the tulips. Perhaps I can trust them more.