Most of the fabrics are from the 1960s, and some are from the 70s. Scraps are from clothing my mom and I made, the constant stream of aprons and kitchen curtains my mom made for the south-facing window, and scraps I inherited from a good friend's family scrap pile.
I am reminded of a quilt that a student brought to one of the first quilt classes I ever taught. It was a simple 9-patch quilt, made in the 1870s or so by a 13-year old girl as I recall. There was a map of the quilt with details of every fabric - Aunt So-and-So's dress, and so on. One of the fabrics had this story: The girl and her sister had been dressed in their brand new best dresses for an event, and then wandered off and did some strawberry picking. The result, as you might expect, was strawberry juice stains that wouldn't wash out. The mom made the girl put those stained patches in her quilt, as a reminder of the lesson learned!
I am reminded of a quilt that a student brought to one of the first quilt classes I ever taught. It was a simple 9-patch quilt, made in the 1870s or so by a 13-year old girl as I recall. There was a map of the quilt with details of every fabric - Aunt So-and-So's dress, and so on. One of the fabrics had this story: The girl and her sister had been dressed in their brand new best dresses for an event, and then wandered off and did some strawberry picking. The result, as you might expect, was strawberry juice stains that wouldn't wash out. The mom made the girl put those stained patches in her quilt, as a reminder of the lesson learned!