Around 15 years ago, a mother daughter quilting group was announced at my parents' synagogue. My parents and I were living in different San Francisco neighborhoods. The flyer said that "quilting is a metaphor." We never figured out what quilting was a metaphor for, but we joined the group.
We got a supply list and my mom and I went to a quilt store to buy needles, thread, chalk and fabric. I can't remember how many weeks the group met for. We learned how to hand piece and hand quilt a table runner. The colors we chose were burgundy, black and gold. Our family used that table runner for a few Thanksgivings. I'm not sure where it is anymore.
|The scrappy binding which I LOVE|
My finished quilt is totally flawed. Experienced quilters would notice, but would be too kind to point out, all the places where my seems don't match up and where my quilting stitches are uneven. But, I love it and I'm proud.