Memory Quilts - Part 1
Not all quilts are made for happy occasions. That is the beauty of quilts. After the sudden passing of my cousin brother, an event that is difficult to write about even after all these years, his wife sent me his shirts to make two quilts with. When I opened the package and sorted through the shirts, it brought back memories of him wearing these shirts on various occasions and I could barely hold back my tears. I think I cried every time I worked on these quilts. It helped me navigate my grief and I took solace in the fact that I was making something that his family would cherish as memory of him. As I sorted through the shirts, I got to know a bit more about my cousin. One that he had discerning taste and his shirts were top quality. He was partial towards blue & red for daily wear and purple & green for more formal occasions. The shirts when arranged by color fell into two distinct buckets. The blue & red bucket was the shirts that had been well worn and I had distinct me...
