I have an interesting hobby for a 45 year old woman.
I’ve been quilting for 20 years and because of this, my Instagram feed show a lot of work in progress quilts and finished quilts.
My Instagram is linked to my Tinder account so all the men I match with can see my handiwork.
Some of my quilts turned out quite beautiful, like this one I made for Barbara over Christmas break last year and one I made for family friends who lost their son with a pattern called
Storm at Sea:
If you were to ask me what kind of art do I make, I’d tell you I’m into textile arts.
I LOVE my quilts and every single one I’ve made has been donated to friends or family, with a lot of love.
It takes time and patience and a little bit of serendipity to turn fabric by the yard into a pieced quilt.
I proud of the work I do.
So you can imagine my surprise when someone on Tinder MADE FUN of my quilting.
“Wouldn’t know you’re 45 except for the quilting,” he texted me.
I defended myself, saying that I make modern quilts, not grandma quilts.
He replied by saying, “All quilts are grandma quilts.”
So, I present to you my impression of a grandma quilt and my impression of a modern quilt and you tell me if you can’t tell the difference:
Needless to say, homeboy didn’t get too far in seducing me.
Women don’t take kindly to being aged beyond their years and just because I make quilts DOES NOT make me a grandma.