My mother was a quilter. And her mother was too. They taught me a little and I should have paid more attention. But it didn’t quite take. My sister, however, quilts like I wish I could. It’s not that I don’t think I can. If I applied myself and had a good teacher (I even know who that might be), given the time I might make a halfway decent quilter.
What it really comes to is this: I don’t have the passion to quilt. I don’t sink into bed at night planning out my next quilting project. I don’t drool over fabric swatches and ponder each combination possibility.
Quilting’s not one of those things you halfheartedly do. It’s just not.
I do love and appreciate quilts.
They are a part of my heritage. And nothing is as wonderful as sleeping under a hand-made quilt, time-washed and loved to perfection!
I admire my sister’s skill at making a quilt her own, designing unique patterns, and putting together color in ways that I never could have imagined.
I admired my mother when she’d hand piece all those blocks. I watched her lay them on the living room floor picking just the right order for each row, creating an overall effect that pleased her eye, everyone giving their opinion.
I admired my grandma and all those ladies sitting around the quilting frame, chatting over each hand-drawn stitch while I played under the frame listening and wishing I could sew more stitches myself, but the needle and the thimble were too awkward for me to manage.
And of course I cherish each of the quilts that they’ve made me. They make the list of things to grab should we have to leave the house in a hurry, along with the birth certificates and social security cards and our homeschool notification paperwork.
But this post isn’t about quilts in the traditional sense.
It’s about a barn and a dream of a hand-painted barn quilt. I’ve been pinning barn quilts even before I had a barn. And I’ve been dreaming of a barn even before I had a farm to put one on.
This is the tumble-down barn that came with the property we bought. It wouldn’t hardly hold itself upright, let alone offer a spot suitable for a quilt square.
This is the barn we re-built with a little help from our family and friends. Hubby gave me an 8×8 door. Perfect for a barn quilt.
I spent the better part of a year searching for the right quilt block. Then several months pondering color, placement, and scale. I mapped the design on graph paper and the fam and I had a coloring contest. We posted the final options on Facebook for friends and family to vote.
I chose a variation on a square called Job’s troubles. How precious the biblical story of Job and his refrain, “Though He slay me, I will hope in Him” (Job 13:15). It is my prayer and hope that my heart sings praises to God in distress and trouble, no matter what He puts before me. He is good and all He does is good!
What fun we had actually painting the square and afterward hubby and I agreed we could do that for a living. Only thing is, after this one, we’d be barn quilt artists without a barn.
About Job’s Troubles from quiltinginamerica.com…Inspiration for many traditional quilt blocks, such as Jobs Troubles, came from passages from the Bible. With the hardship and loneliness of life for many Americans during the 1800s, particularly those who had left their homes to travel West to a new life, it is no surprise that faith and religion were very important to them.
Pioneer families moving westward encountered many hardships and sadness, both during the journey west, and in their new homes far away from the lives and families they left behind.
The Old Testament story of Job, a faithful farmer who, in spite of unbearable hardship and sadness, never lost his faith in God, has always been an inspiration to many Christians as they struggle in their daily lives.