For as long as I can recall, my mother has been quilting. As a small child, I can remember the anticipation of opening up the last box at Christmas, to find a very colorful, hand-crafted quilt that I would cherish for the next year, or until it was replaced by a newer, more beautiful one. Over the years, the styles of quilts she has produced has changed greatly, from the types and colors of fabrics used, to the types of machines that they were made with. With each new quilt she made I was always asked what I thought, and I always told her that "it looks like a 'To Heather, with Love' quilt".
Four years ago, my mother retired from 20 years of teaching school. It was then, that she thought that she could really get some quilting done. For years prior, the fabric stacks seemed to be magically multiplying by the day, taking over one closet and then another. I would find storage containers of fat quarters stuffed under my bed, all being stockpiled for the days when she would not have to go to work, and could sit in her pajamas all day to quilt.
Just prior to her retirement, my mother went to Houston. In anticipation of her many quilting days yet to come, she bought a long-arm. It wasn't a Handi Quilter machine, but it was the most she could afford on a school teachers' salary, and thought that it would do the trick. Upon her return home, the machine arrived. She was very disappointed to find that it was nothing like the quilting machine she had always dreamed of. The quilting area was less than a square foot, and would just not do for the monstrous quilts she was prepared to make. She promptly sold the machine and went about with her fabric hoarding.
Shortly after my mother retired, my grandmother (her mother) passed away. Her illness was very abrupt, and extremely devastating to my mother. In an attempt to console her, my father sent her to Houston, in hopes that the Convention would prove to be an excellent distraction.
As she walked thorough the doors of the convention center, there before her was the HQ booth. She was drawn to it, but was indecisive about making a purchase until she saw the HQ Pro-Stitcher. I think she spent the whole afternoon at that booth, asking questions and getting tutorials on the machine. The day after she arrived home, she called to order her very own HQ Sixteen with an HQ Pro-Stitcher.
Peggy, the Florida rep, and her husband (who are absolutely awesome) came and spent the day putting the table and machine together and taught my mother everything she needed to know to operate it. When Peggy left, my mother covered it with a sheet to protect it from dust, and there it still sits, three years later.
I think my mother is overwhelmed by the machine and its abilities. She has downloaded its new updates twice to my knowledge, but aside from that, I don't think it has even been turned on. She has stacks of quilts waiting to be quilted on her glorious machine, but they just don't ever seem to get completed, despite her good intentions.
So Handi Quilter......I implore you..... teach my mother how to use her machine. She is a wonderful and creative woman with loads of talent and skill. She just needs a little more instruction. Thanks, Heather -the daughter of a quilter.
My name is Karen Doyle and I own an HQ Sixteen with an HQ Pro-Stitcher.
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