Meet Kara Benavides- She took on the challenge of using "Snow Days” by Barb Tourtillotte in the month of June 2019.
My name is Kara Benavides and I accepted the June Desire to
Inspire Challenge. I had great fun
working with these fabrics and hope you enjoy seeing what I came up with. But first I am supposed to talk about
me.
I was born in Orlando, Florida; back when I-436 was still a
2-lane with sandy pull-offs. We lived in
an orange grove, next to a lake with alligators that came up on the lawn,
occasionally. My very active parents
would water ski off the dock and then return by skiing up onto the sandy beach
so that the gators wouldn’t bite. I
learned to ski the same way.
Florida was fun, but my roots are back in Strawberry Plains,
Tennessee and Griffin, Georgia. My
“Grandmommy” was an avid quilter. None
of us know when she found time though, as she worked as a sewer in a men’s suit
factory, raised 3 kids and a huge vegetable garden every year, chickens and
cows. And going through the fabric up in the attic
with Grandmommy; that was the best of all. I got the bug from her. When Grandmommy and I went upstairs to “go pick out a few things”, the
others soon learned that we might be gone a while. I had Grandmommy all to myself with all that
fabric that, really, only she and I wanted.
She gave me oodles of fabric pieces.
These scraggily bits were what enabled me to learn on my own how to
sew. My parents bought me an old sewing
machine and a few tools. Set me up in
the basement and let me go. And they
encouraged me. 
I started by learning to sew a little doll quilt by
hand. I can still see the pink, blue,
and flowered squares of polyester.
(Hey! This is a waste not, want
not family.) That was when I was about
7-9 years old. Once we moved to the
polar north, (from tropical Florida to the middle of Michigan in December! What were my parents thinking?) I started
making my own clothes. I remember the
first tailored jacket I made. My mom and
I fought with those inset shoulders but could not get them smooth. My grandmother was visiting (and bringing us
warm blankets if I remember correctly) and helped get that black baby corduroy
to behave. I wore that for a long time.
My other grandmother knew how to sew also. I can still remember her “turning the collar”
on my dad’s dress shirts. I have a “start”
of a crazy quilt from her mother. It is
precious to me.
Skip ahead a few years.
While my friends were watching boys at the ball field, I was making huge
stuffed bears out of faux fur and wrap around skirts and shirts with ruffles
(the 80’s). I wasn’t the only one who
brought their sewing machine with them when I had to spend one semester of
college at a hospital in Florida. There
was one other collegiate. Then came the
dark years – sarcasm, kind of. I worked
as an RN for several decades before all that outdoor activity (getting various
diseases from tick bites and jammed vertebra and wobbly knees from other
adventures) caught up with me. Not much
sewing time. But I have proof, from all
the scraps, of all the outfits I made for my kids.
Now is important. I
am kind of/not really getting used to the label of “disabled”. I have hung up my stethoscope. I put away my cougar mapping (almost a
Biology major – that Organic Chemistry!).
And I have rediscovered my love for sewing. And what I have discovered, is that it is the
fabric that I love the most. I love the
feel, the way it is made, the colors, the designs, the SKUs. I feel like I am going to die if I can’t find
every SKU in a line. And I love it. I am “sewing
up a storm,” trying to get a bunch of
quilts and other stuff made so that I can supplement our income and help pay
back school loans.
My grandmother knew how to use pieces from old clothes to
make gorgeous quilts. She also knew how
to take new ideas and apply them. She
made me a quilt that was “done on the machine” back in the early 80’s. It took me decades to realize that she wouldn’t
mind if I did the same. But I do like to
quilt by hand too. My last project, the
log cabin quilt, is not complete yet. I
plan to do some “long stitch” quilting around the edges and do some emphasis
quilting around the panel characters when my thumb decides to behave.
My mother helped me make the wall/door hanging. She says the
“sewing gene” skipped a generation. But crafting together is something almost everyone
in my family loves to do. We take turns
choosing what we Nothing is off the books. There are some really interesting knitted
cats out there. And those crinkle paper
angels, hmmm. Hope you enjoy seeing the
bowl cozies, the tray (my favorite, and easiest), the two-sided table topper,
the wall/door hanger (needs some bells yet, and the stars and snow glitter glow
in the dark), and the quilt with a high pile dusky blue fleece backing. I have no idea when or why I bought that
fleece. But it looks great now.
Did I mention my grandmother? She died from Alzheimer’s dx a number of
years back. It feels like
yesterday. Before she was no longer safe
to stay at her beloved home, she made one more blouse. It was out of polyester, but you rarely see
such workmanship. I thought the inside
was prettier than the outside, the way she finished the seams, the darts, the
interfacing. Her fingers were very
deformed by this time and she told me that this blouse would be the last thing
she made. She wasn’t being
dramatic. She just wanted me to take her
“stash” because she knew I was the only one who would want it. That blouse hangs on a wall in my sewing room
now. It reminds me daily how much a
person can do if they just go ahead and try. My grandmother inspires me. Who do
you inspire?
