I Just Wanna Quilt

I’ve been interviewed! What? That’s crazy talk.

I had such a great time chatting with Elizabeth Townsend Gard of Just Wanna Quilt recently, and the podcast episode is live today! You can listen directly at justwannaquilt.com, or head over to your favorite podcast platform (iTunes, Stitcher, Spreaker). You’ll want to make this channel one of your favorites… she interviews some big names and interesting quilty people.

I’ll be chatting with her again in another week or so, because we ran out of time and had loads to talk about!

Come join the Just Wanna Quilt Quilting Army on Facebook!

Are you headed to QuiltCon in Nashville next February? Catch one of Elizabeth’s lectures and check out her workshop!

Friday, Feb 22 @ 10:15 am – All About Trademarks (LEC09)

Friday, Feb 22 @ 2:30 pm – Quilting & IP: It’s Not What You Think (LEC12)

Saturday, Feb 23 @ 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm – Making a Copyright Quilt (MSC012)

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I’ve been visiting a few quilty things across the pond in England while visiting friends the last couple of weeks, and can’t wait to tell you all about it and show you some photos! Stay tuned for some blog posts on that soon.

To catch me on the go, follow me over on Instagram or Quilt District on the book face. Most of my goings on are there.

xoxo,
~ Tara

Comin’ Around the Bend

I had been quilting a year before I saw in person what other quilters were making. I didn’t grow up around quilters. I didn’t belong to a guild. I hadn’t had any in-person classes.

I learned the art of quilt making through watching YouTube. Relentlessly. One video led to another led to another. I’d watch them all, regardless of whether they were traditional or modern, art quilts or lap quilts, improv or well-planned. English or Spanish or Portuguese. (My Spanish is very limited and my Portuguese relies on any similarities I can find in my Spanish, but a flying goose is a flying goose, folks.)

Then I heard about QuiltCon. (cue: the song of angels)

I cobbled together some funds and got myself out to Austin, Texas. It was February 2015. I kept to myself mostly and studied the quilts in the show. I walked around as if in a dream. I attended a few lectures.

Among my transformative experiences that weekend was this:

The quilters of Gee’s Bend delivered the keynote. I had read about them and knew. I knew this was big. They sang gospel. I grew up with gospel. It felt like home to me.

L to R: Mary Ann Pettway, Lucy Witherspoon, China Pettway, Gloria Hoppins. The Quilters of Gee's Bend, QuiltCon 2015
L to R: Mary Ann Pettway, Lucy Witherspoon, China Pettway, Gloria Hoppins. The Quilters of Gee’s Bend, QuiltCon 2015

L to R: Mary Ann Pettway, Lucy Witherspoon, China Pettway, Gloria Hoppins. The Quilters of Gee's Bend, QuiltCon 2015

This is the song they sang:

I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone
I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone
I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone

Ohhh, give me my flower whiles I yet live

The flowers that you give me
I can’t see their beuty
The flowers that you give me
I can’t see their beauty
The flowers that you give me
I can’t see their beauty

Ohhh, give me my flower whiles I yet live

I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone
I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone
I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone

Ohhh, give me my flower whiles I yet live

The flowers that you give me
I can’t tell nobody
The flowers that you give me
I can’t tell nobody
The flowers that you give me
I can’t tell nobody

Ohhh, give me my flower whiles I yet live

I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone
I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone
I don’t want nobody to praise me when I’m gone

Ohhh, give me my flower whiles I yet live

So a few days ago when I heard Mary Ann Pettway and China Pettway of the Gee’s Bend Quilting Collective were soon teaching a workshop only a few hours’ drive away from my home, I sent my registration request off in a flash.

In fewer than three weeks, I’ll get to spend a few hours with Mary Ann and China. I’ll get to learn from them. Hear their stories. Let their histories inform me. I feel remarkably blessed to have that opportunity. I hope they’ll hug me if I cry a little.

xoxo,
Tara