{By the way, that's Mischief- the black and white cat, and Muffin from the first quilt picture. Hummmmm they really like my quilts.}
I found some more info on the dresden plate quilt. It is also called a Friendship ring and/or The Aster Quilt. I have no idea why the different names, unless it is because it's from different parts of the country and different names were used for the same thing, unknowingly.
This quilt has been called a truly American quilt, and was made over three decades ago, in the heartland of America. I am sure you will have seen one or two at quilt shows in the past. What makes it so wonderful is the fact no two are ever alike. Yes the circle is there, but the color choices and placement is uniquely the quilters own choice. My dresden plate will always be,..... mine.
No-one can ever reproduce it just quite that way. Fabrics are only made for a short length of time, and are also indicative to the time frame of when the quilt is made and the era it is made in.
So that makes this special in more then one way, and an heirloom when it's finished.
The actual quilting style, or choice of design that is quilted into and around the plates is also something that can and does change depending on who is making the quilt up.
I am so pleased to be able to work on finishing up this quilt. I thought about all the things I've made, and the things that are not done, or finished yet. I think they will never get done unless I do them, so here at the end of my life I am finishing up all the lose ends so to speak.
I don't believe there would be any one who will do anything with what isn't done. I would hate to think of some of this being hauled to the dump, just because no-one wanted to bother with it, or worse cared enough to take what I started, finish it, and then use it. How very sad. It speaks a lot toward where this world is headed, with the generation that has forgotten it's roots, and carries the attitude of "I don't care"! "I am to busy with me, I don't have time for you!"
When did the caring stop? When did we forget about our neighbor in need? When did family became a dirty word? A relationship built on self centeredness, greed, or the lack of genuine caring {translate to love}, is not something I will condone. I would rather be alone. It's sweeter, calmer, less disruptive, then to try to bear out the residual effects of family that isn't any more or for that matter never really was. I may have had two girls, but they have been lost in this morass of "me,me,me". One comes around only when she wants something, the other says I only want you around when I choose the time, and place, and that won't be any length of time.
Well, I do know one thing. Reality bites! Someday it will come back to haunt them both, and in such a way they won't be able to stop, or change. It's a karma effect of their actions. The funny part is, I won't be here to make it up to me, and they will have to live their life, with that on their plate. Forever is a long time.
The only way as I discovered a few years back, is to try to make things right with the person, and if they won't allow it, it frees you from what would have been. Something you might want to remember. But if they won't contact you, or won't talk to you... guess what? They bought the farm baby. So just ignoring it, till the last second, then running in the door "Oh I'm sorry.", won't work. Your a day late and a dollar short as they use to say.
So, remember.... what you do will effect what happens to you, someday. And if you can't live with that, don't do it. No matter how much the world changes, this is a fact that has remained thought time. Look it up, history spells it out, again and again.
OK... I'm off to work on that plate.
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