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Quilting Class: Week 12

A quilt is not finished until it has a label, and that's one of the things we talked about last night. 

I have collected vintage quilts for years, and the value usually doubles if it has the maker's name and date on it.  If you own quilts that don't have labels and you know who made them, you can add a label now.  Sometimes, I write my name in permanent black ink on the quilt, then sew another label on top of that. I have even written my name and date beneath the hanging sleeve. I may be a little paranoid but I don't want anyone to forget who made that quilt!

Here are my students with their quilts:

 
Stephanie Brown (Tulip)

 
Johnnie Ruth Dixon (Violet)
 
 
  Linda Keeton (Daisy)

 
Connie Hamm (Rose)
 
The last night of any class is always bittersweet.  Spring is here and we are wanting to do things outside now, but I will surely miss these ladies coming to quilt every week.  All of these ladies will make more quilts, and pass this art on to their children and grandchildren.  I'm so blessed to be able to be a part of this.

This class was made possible by a grant from the Alabama State Council on the Arts.  It is greatly appreciated.

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  1. Wonderful! Thanks for introducing us to the ladies with their quilts.

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