Teddy Pruett
Certified Quilt Appraiser
Second Hand Story Quilts *** Free Lance Writer
Gallery 3

"The Betrayal"    38 1/2" L X 27" W

Upholstery fabric, biker bandanna,1950's dress, dishtowel, boxer shorts, costume and real jewelry.

This was made in a fit of rage, anger, and disbelief when I found that someone I loved was stealing from me and taking my things to a pawn shop.  I am ripping my heart open to show that it is broken.  The old fabric used for the dress has a briar stich pattern - the perfect illustration for the horrible times when I'm so upset that I  tell my husband that I feel as if I have barbed wire under my skin.


What are the chances that I would have an old dishtowel in my stash with the pawn shop logo?  Must be a miilion to one, but it was there when I needed it. Things turned out well - after I made the quilt, I was able to begin forgiving.  Not only that, but this quilt won a $2,000 sewing machine and a solo exhibit!  


"The Work of Our Mother's Hands"  Number 3

My schedule was unrelenting, and I never, ever got to go to the studio to play.  So I decided to make some quick & easy pieces just to get my hands back in fabric.  This was a series, each piece was made from really fragile, old, beat up something-or-others made by women long forgotten and unknown.  

This is also a "short story" example.

Detail of above.  Perhaps not important quilts, but very fun to do and a great way to utilize very fragile pieces of needlework. Each piece has a glove (for the Mother's hands) a piece of costume jewelry, and a phototransfer of a woman from the time period of the textiles. 

"Hatchy Patchy Man"

This was the first quilt to come to me in a dream - even the name.  The original pattern was from the Ladies Art Company and entitled Oklahoma Boomer.  In the dream, the blocks were set together without sashing, but when I put the blocks together it was so busy that the eye spun out of control.  So, I took it apart and added the center medallion with the black and pink polka dots.  Yeah, right, real calming.   My friend Cindy Blackberg thinks it was a nightmare, not a dream.