Sometimes I conjure images of being brought into this world with skis on my feet and a sewing needle in my fingers. Actually it was my mother who taught me to love and crave all things creative and specifically sewing. The first daughter after two sons, the day I was born my father marched to the Bernina store and bought my mother the nicest sewing machine they made...she still has it! They don't make them like they used to. Mom taught me that the inside of everything I stitched must be as beautiful as the outside, and to have pride in everything I create. Making something with your hands with nothing but the simplicity of thread moving in and out of fabric...is so satisfying. Being of Danish descent, I come from a line of creative women...you might even say it is in my genes. Since I've stitched a few quilts in my lifetime...ok quite a few...I've started making quilts that are challenging, often taking months or even years to complete.
At first glance you may miss all the details on this quilt. For instance this Eagle's chest is filled with tiny punched wool circles sewed on with french knots.