Stack And Whack

From the Flower Expert

I really love this green calla lily fabric.  My grandmother loved calla lilies!  So it had a special meaning from the beginning.  When I cut the blocks, my mother had come to visit me from the ramshackle building she and her second husband called home.

Don't get me started on that.  I was never in favor of the arrangement.  I hated my mother there with those people.  She just couldn't be alone, and my father had not been the type of man who encouraged a woman to speak from her own mind.  But don't get me started on that either.  My father, were he still alive, would most likely have deteriorated into his own mind by then and I would have had both of them on my doorstep. 

My mother was already in the throes of Alzheimers and the only way I could get her to a doctor was to get her husband to let her come visit.  I have no idea if she told him I took her there.  If she did, he most likely thought she was speaking nonsense.

That night, I cut the blocks and lined them up for her to sew.  I have 8 more blocks I put together this afternoon thinking I would put them on the back, but I didn't think to do that until I had just a portion of the back left to fill.  So I put them away for another quilt top.

I did use up a lot of scraps.  And I like the way the top came together.  I am still not totally enamored of the light border.  I generally use darker borders rather than lighter.  I wish I would have had more of that brown to use as the outer border.  I tested several browns but none worked well enough with the brown already there.

And I don't use green very often, so this is a quilt unique unto itself!


Here is what the top looked like last night.  SOMEONE took the green fabric I was using for that last border and I was unable to finish it.  Luckily I found it this morning, damp with dew from the morning.



Here is the finished top.

                                          And the backing.


And now I need to find the perfect name for it.