Susan L Medved

My Fiskars Scissors Are Always Open to the Next Project

I can still vividly recall standing on my tip toes on the chilly hardwood floors of the old farmhouse I grew up in, reaching into a metal sewing box and fishing around for my favorite pair of scissors, some thread, and a few stray mismatched buttons. Once in my hand, I’d go upstairs and disappear into my room for hours. Growing up in a rural area, I was far removed from the colorful and mesmerizing aisles of large fabric stores. Instead, I had to rely on my own creativity to plan my earliest quilts. At 6 years old, I remember repurposing some old flannel bed sheets into my first simple patchwork quilt, not for a person, but for my favorite doll. I ran my hands along the soft and fuzzy pink fabric as I cut, loving the textures and softness of the art of sewing. At that age, I only had tiny scissors and a single needle to sew by hand. The little doll quilt took hours, but that did not matter. As the quilt grew, so did a passion that I would embrace for life.