Do you know that the value of hand quilted quilts is much more than the machine quilted?
Feb 22
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Machine pieced and quilted quilts are worth less than hand quilted quilts.
My Mom made quilts for a while. She had to go to doing them on the machine, this brought down the value considerably. She made some for my sister who bought the fabric for her. I do not know what my Mom got from sister selling them. She got a piece of the money. No one could know what, I never asked.
My mother had a really bad back. She had cataracts. When they were finally removed, she could not crochet as she did before. She continued quilting, but had to quit. Being able to crochet, even intricately, does not mean one is employable. It depends on a lot of things. It could be used to intimidate, bluff, blackmail, harass someone, if they were a threat in any way. It could be used to get the upper hand on someone who knows where the bodies are buried.
I have only one or two of her quilts which she machine quilted; they are tattered, not worth anything monetay, but I love them. They are not worth anything but to me. I had more of her things, including the hand crocheted tablecloth which took her a long time to make.She made one for each of us. Someone took them. My Mom was very hurt that the tablecloth was taken from us. The quilts Mom made all or most of her life were used on the beds for warmth.
Does this mean she was able to work. No. Making one tablecloth, does not mean anything. There is the market, the expense, the time taken and how many she could make, profit. Disabled people are allowed to earn so much money. People on welfare are allowed so much income. There is overhead expense in any production.. She could make nothing in an amount to make a living or get enough money to make her not able to work,unless someone lied to get her into trouble. Then there is the stress of knowing you are making them for other people to be considered. Poor Mom.
She took care of a blind husband who needed her at home. He could not live alone. She never got to go any where. She went to town once a month. He did not like church. He did not like going much of any where. They took a lot ofhassle off people. Could he walk a straight line? He was blind, completely.
About their property. Yes. They bought a farm, the farm: The pet cemetery of pet cemeteries. It was rocks, hills, not much flat land. It would have taken a fortune to clear the land. We did not have it. It had only about three acres cleared, one of those was a lot of clay mud. There would have been the rocks , thickets , trees to remove. Cut the trees, not really valuable timber, only for firewood is all. That is where we got our firewood for the rest of our lives. Pull the stumps. Pay the people to cut the trees, pay to pull the stumps, fill it in. Pay to remove the huge rocks. Pay to level some of it. Pay to till it. Pay to plant and replant for several years cover crops to combat the red clay mud. Then , there is the matter of farm equipment rental…tractors, dozers, etc. We had none. These things cost a lot to run. So…their ground was very very cheap when they bought it. It did not sell for a lot.
The house was a small two story frame home with siding. It had a cistern, not a well, we carried our water from a well.. It ws home. When we left we had electricity.We did not, for many years, nor did the neighbors. This was long ago. I spent l7 years there. The balance of my life, I did not live that way, until I was forced to go back and take help from a relative who was so impoverished that the only means she had to help me was to allow me to live in a shack on her property with no running water, no ac, only wood heat, no flushing toilette.
I worked for five to six hours a day, min. wage, or slightly above, very slightly,
for years. It was very painful work. I didn’t have the money to do anything.
I would rather die than to live like that. I had committed absolutely no crime.
We were like most people in that country except the ones who lived in town, or had jobs. My Mom was a minority, very bad scoliosis. DAd was blind.
We did not have it “good.”
You might supplement your income from selling quilts. The object is to say hand quilted and pieced are worth more, and you could send them to California, or somewhere. Knitting is the same way.
I can sew, limited. I burned myself out winter before last. I hurt so bad I could not stand it. So, I have to do little bits at a time. Same with this. I can hunt and peck when I do this straight typing, it hurts my chest. The piano does not bother me. I am not on disability. If I do not want to work, I do not have to, on or off. I have not filed bankruptcy. I am not wanting to work. I have had enough abuse and I feel no guilt whatsoever when I do not work. I worked my
entire life, hard, on the job and off, I deserve some peace and quiet. I am not a workaholic. I worked to have money to play, have comfort, luxury.
I do not understand the war
I do not understand the war to drag out my illness, I do not understand forcing me to work when I am not able.
I apologize for the lack of proofreading here. I have bad vision problems. I have to buy two pairs of glasses to get one. That was the way it was when I was young also.




