Hey. Something other than plain squares. The Dresden Plate pattern has always been a favorite of mine. In fact, it's probably the first quilt pattern I ever saw. During early grade school, my mom, who really isn't a quilter (yet. She recently took a beginner class at the age of 75.), was making one of these with a group of women at church for a raffle fundraiser. They brought the quilt to our school one day, setting it up on a quilting frame in the school library where each class went in to see them work on it and hear about how quilts are made. It was raffled off at the annual mother/daughter dinner at our church and I can remember how much I'd hoped we'd win it, fingers crossed tightly behind my back. I think that quilt might have been on a yellow background.
This quilt was cut and pieced in the winters during the three plus years we lived in the trailer before moving into our house. There wasn't enough space to lay out the whole quilt for basting the layers together so it had to be done on the sawdusty floor of C's shop, a rented space in town back then. (There were a few times where I recall laying out fabric and cutting out sewing patterns on the floor of the laundromat a few times, as well. We didn't have electricity back then, either, so I sewed amongst the sawdust at the shop at one of the workbenches, as well.) I don't really know exactly when I started or finished this one. Actually, it never really was finished. The quilting isn't complete but, honestly, I don't think I ever will. The name that came to me during the hours of piecing it: "Winter dreaming the summer garden". I don't think I've ever told that to anyone else before.
That's our dog Griz, or Grizman for long, when she was a good bit younger sporting one of the Dresden "plates" as a collar. As a tiny puppy, she had been given as a gift to a young woman in Denver right after the birth of her first child. She was also given a kitten and a rabbit around the same time! Her husband was a truck driver and was gone much of the time. People had thought she needed company and that the child needed animals to grow up with. What were they thinking? She tried to take care of them all but finally decided to sell the puppy. C brought her home on Easter Sunday. She's a chow and irish setter mix and is the sweetest thing in the world, possibly because, before we got her, she'd been fed a bowl of ice cream every night. She was terribly sad after we had children, dissappointed in us for not giving her as much attention as she'd had before and she's only finally forgiven me in the past couple of years.