I fell in love with a quilt last weekend. It wasn't hanging at the quilt show, it was folded up in a corner of a huge antique mall.
As soon as I caught a glimpse of those state birds and that chocolate brown fabric, I wanted a quilt like this. Not this quilt, because in addition to not having an antique shop quilt budget, I'm kind of partial to quilts I make myself. And I'm just about crazy enough to embroidery that many different birds.
Except, on closer inspection, those birds aren't embroidered. That's fabric paint like Great-Grandma used to do. Sure looks like embroidery at the slightest distance, doesn't it?
The bird squares looked like they had some age to them. The quilt felt like it had softened over years and years of use. But that quilting, rows of free motion hook-y wave things, looked recent. I could easily convince myself that maybe this used to be tied and someone decided to quilt it.
This post is linked to Vintage Bliss.