

"Guess what, I'm having a baby!" my sister shouted into the phone. I was surprised, but not nearly as surprised as I was by the next thing out of her mouth: "Make a quilt for my baby!"
Me? Make a quilt? Not likely!
When I was a kid I loved to look at quilts. We had several from my great-grandmother and I loved them so much they fell apart from use. When I was fourteen I decided to make my very own quilt, but when my grandma heard about my project it was quickly taken out of my hands and snatched up by her industrious fingers. I still have that pink concoction, but have always regretted that I didn't get to help make it.
But today? Make a quilt now? I'm a modern woman who can't be tied to a sewing machine. I was forced to take a sewing class in high school and hated every single second of it. Why would I willingly subject myself to such an activity?
For the next three months my sister kept begging me to make her little boy a quilt. I still don't understand why she thought I would do it, but I finally got so tired of her constant pleas that I decided to just do it. My mom explained a simple way to make a plain patchwork quilt that required only the sewing of straight lines. I borrowed my grandma's fifty-year-old Singer and set to work. Little did I know I would finish that quilt in one weekend and become addicted to buying fabric, putting together colors, compulsively reading quilting magazines--basically I became a crazy quilt woman.
I delved into the quilting world and was soon muttering terms like feed dogs, double-folded bias binding, and fat quarters in my sleep. Quilting was not as hard as I thought it would be. I quickly discovered that though there are techniques that are easier or harder depending on your experience and preference, there really is no right or wrong way to make a quilt. It's just a big fabric sandwich.
This all took place a mere six weeks ago, but I've already completed two quilts and am just about to finish up my third. I am completely shocked that I've become so addicted to this hobby. I rarely finish anything I start, but this quilting obsession is already yielding completed projects and shows no sign of letting up.
What's the big deal? I think it appeals to my sense of beauty. Fabrics are beautiful and colorful. I could spend hours in the fabric shop marveling over the variety of colors and designs. I'm generally an unartistic person, but quilting allows me a rather simple way to create something beautiful. I look forward to the day when I am confident enough in my skills to tackle a really intricate project. Master quilters aren't just people who sew. They are artists in their own right.
Quilting is probably not for everyone, but if you are interested, here are a few hints from one beginner to another: