quilting hands

March 16, 2011

meticulous work
My name is Dorian and I grew up in Suffield, as did my father, my grandmother, and my gt. grandparents.  I learned to sew in school and from my grandmother.  My grandmother and I made most of my clothes.  She made my wedding dress on her treadle sewing machine.  As you can see my hands continue the tradition of sewing.  A thimble, thread, and fabrics put my hands to work to complete a quilt.

 

 

 

 

 

Submitted by S. Parnin

sewing hands

March 2, 2011

you make what you need

These hands grew up in the Depression when life was not easy. They belong to a woman who was the 2nd to last of 7 children.  They lost their mother at the tender age of 4.  They learned early that if you needed a new dress, you made it.  If you wanted a lace trim, you added it. These hands have raised 5 children of their own.  When money was tight, these hands were sewing hands once again. Patches, buttons, dresses, table runners and curtains.  These hands learned to make do with what you can and to always have pride in your work.

 

submitted by S. Parnin