I had no need to think twice about what this word meant to me. My shelter was my grandmother's house... My Alexandrian home.
As my grandmother passed away last summer, I lost my shelter... a feeling I could not overcome quiet yet.
I decided to make a vintage quilt using bits and pieces of my grandma's memories. I used old scraps from some of her clothes, blouse, table runner, lace, rick-rack and fabric.
As the piece progressed, I noticed what seemed like a small house... 'a tiny shelter'. so, I built on it, added a roof and an old zipper for the door. I further embellished the quilt with lots of hand stitches and vintage buttons from my grandmother's collection.
As my grandmother passed away last summer, I lost my shelter... a feeling I could not overcome quiet yet.
I decided to make a vintage quilt using bits and pieces of my grandma's memories. I used old scraps from some of her clothes, blouse, table runner, lace, rick-rack and fabric.
As the piece progressed, I noticed what seemed like a small house... 'a tiny shelter'. so, I built on it, added a roof and an old zipper for the door. I further embellished the quilt with lots of hand stitches and vintage buttons from my grandmother's collection.