The first winter after we got married I was gifted a quilt frame. I soon put it to use and for several weeks worked on quilting a Broken Star quilt that I had pieced the previous winter.
After that quilt was done I tucked the frame into the attic where it remained until we moved to Missouri.
It found a spot in our storage building. With three little children to care for, quilting was the last thing on my mind.
After two years at that house we moved to another one in the same community where once again I didn't even think about quilting.
When we moved halfway across the country to our current home fifteen years ago the quilt frame didn't make it. There were different times when I would have liked to to set it up and do a quilt or two with the girls.
I puzzled about what happened with it for years. How did it simply just disappear?
Last week I was talking about things that have been damaged during our moves and the mystery of the missing quilt frame when all of a sudden a memory popped up and I realized exactly what had happened with it.
When we had moved to our second home in Missouri I had tried to find a spot for it. There was no room in the house, and we didn't have a storage building. I came up with the brilliant idea to put it in the crawl space under the house. It wasn't an ideal space at all, but the dirt was covered in gravel and I thought it would be fine. Unfortunately I never thought of it again, and somehow forgot where I had put it until now.
I wonder if it has been discovered by the current owner and if they threw it away.
I regret it was left behind, but at least I finally solved that mystery.
Saturday, April 19, 2025
Q ~ Quilt Frame
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So sorry you left it behind. I remember living in a small rental house in Iowa and there wasn't room for my doll collection (my mother's original Shirley Temple doll from the 30s-40s era, my mother's little ceramic Russian boy doll, my own Japanese collection my father brought back from the war, and the dolls from Europe and South American my aunt brought me from her travels). We stored the box in the attic along with another box of memorabilia like my scrapbook. After we moved to another town where we bought a home, I realized the box was missing. We went back and the current owners let us look. Nope, not there. It still pains me years later.
ReplyDeleteThat’s funny! Isn’t it crazy how our memories can be jogged like that!?!?
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