A box of fabrics
A few years ago, my mother-in-law gave me a box of fabrics. She had kept them for years for a special occasion. They were dear to her, and she had always meant to sew something from them one day. And now I had them. I was honored, excited and a bit scared, actually. So I pieced the fabrics into a quilt, and it tells a wonderful story.
Summers in Sweden
My husband’s family spent many vacations in Sweden. They went there for the first time in 1979 and came back every year after that. A relative they had adopted as an aunt lived there in a simple, pretty house in Österlen. She had a loom and wove her own fabric. The oldest sister learned to weave from her and later became a weaver.
What went into the quilt
My first step was to collect all the fabrics I wanted to go into the quilt. I put the Swedish ones in a box together with others from my stash. When the box was full enough, I took a closer look. Only the blue Swedish fabrics made it into this quilt. I’m saving the red and brown ones for another project.
Because rose, pink and magenta go so nicely with this bright royal blue, they became the contrasting colors. I took these from my stash:
- an older blouse one of my sisters gave me, light blue with millefiori
- one of my husband’s shirts, dark blue with white dots
- one of my daughters’ dresses, pink with tiny flowers
- one of my daughters’ blouses, denim blue with roses
- a blue Kaffe Fassett fabric from my friend Andrea
- a pink Liberty fabric I ordered from London
Andrea’s fabric has a story of its own. It was once the backing of a quilt she had free-motion quilted very, very densely. I volunteered to rip the whole quilt sandwich apart, because I really wanted her to finish that top after all. I like that top a lot, you see.






