Our Lady of the Mariner's Compass Quilt
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
/ sara teasdale
Her quilt pattern name is the Mariner’s Compass, but her loveliness far surpasses this title. Perhaps you can give her a proper name, but make sure it is worthy of her. Something like Marietta or Ava Marie or Antoinette. Made with the softest, coziest cotton and lovingly hand stitched by an artist, this quilt is breathtakingly gorgeous. We cannot cease our sighing over the varying shades of red in the prettiest hues.
This lady is pretty, but she is also adventurous. Take her on a yacht trip, spread her over yourself as you star gaze, or wrap yourself up in her as you travel the world together in a book.
She has a few small spots of discoloration, a few tiny tears, and a few areas with little sheep (cotton batting) popping through. Otherwise, she is in wonderful antique condition.
Measurements: 73” x 73
All quilts come with a muslin tag noting any known history, and an archival Micron pen for you to add yours.
10% of profits from this sale will go towards Gray Panthers, a US-based advocacy organization for the elderly whose mission is to combat ageism and achieve social justice through intergenerational collaboration.
Note on antique/vintage quilts: Many of the quilts we sell have been loved, slept under, washed, sunshine dried, taken on picnics, slept on underneath the stars, and lived lifetimes before arriving at our doorstep. You can expect to see repairs made by later generations, fraying around the edges or in certain blocks, discoloration or yellowing, cotton/wool batting—or as we like to call them, tiny sheep—peeking through. They are imperfect, but their imperfections are charming to us and we hope you feel the same. They are reminders to us of their old age and the history to which they've been a witness. We try our best to note any imperfections, but it’s possible we might miss one here and there. Well-crafted, handmade antique quilts in their original form are becoming scarcer, and we believe it's vital that we preserve them and continue to love them, imperfections and all.
Because these quilts are one-of-a-kind and we are a tiny enterprise, we do not accept returns; please review all photos and the description carefully and ask any questions you may have prior to purchasing.
I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,
But the wind comes whispering in between,
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep-
Why does it always bring to me
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?
/ sara teasdale
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
/ sara teasdale
Her quilt pattern name is the Mariner’s Compass, but her loveliness far surpasses this title. Perhaps you can give her a proper name, but make sure it is worthy of her. Something like Marietta or Ava Marie or Antoinette. Made with the softest, coziest cotton and lovingly hand stitched by an artist, this quilt is breathtakingly gorgeous. We cannot cease our sighing over the varying shades of red in the prettiest hues.
This lady is pretty, but she is also adventurous. Take her on a yacht trip, spread her over yourself as you star gaze, or wrap yourself up in her as you travel the world together in a book.
She has a few small spots of discoloration, a few tiny tears, and a few areas with little sheep (cotton batting) popping through. Otherwise, she is in wonderful antique condition.
Measurements: 73” x 73
All quilts come with a muslin tag noting any known history, and an archival Micron pen for you to add yours.
10% of profits from this sale will go towards Gray Panthers, a US-based advocacy organization for the elderly whose mission is to combat ageism and achieve social justice through intergenerational collaboration.
Note on antique/vintage quilts: Many of the quilts we sell have been loved, slept under, washed, sunshine dried, taken on picnics, slept on underneath the stars, and lived lifetimes before arriving at our doorstep. You can expect to see repairs made by later generations, fraying around the edges or in certain blocks, discoloration or yellowing, cotton/wool batting—or as we like to call them, tiny sheep—peeking through. They are imperfect, but their imperfections are charming to us and we hope you feel the same. They are reminders to us of their old age and the history to which they've been a witness. We try our best to note any imperfections, but it’s possible we might miss one here and there. Well-crafted, handmade antique quilts in their original form are becoming scarcer, and we believe it's vital that we preserve them and continue to love them, imperfections and all.
Because these quilts are one-of-a-kind and we are a tiny enterprise, we do not accept returns; please review all photos and the description carefully and ask any questions you may have prior to purchasing.
I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,
But the wind comes whispering in between,
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep-
Why does it always bring to me
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?
/ sara teasdale
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
/ sara teasdale
Her quilt pattern name is the Mariner’s Compass, but her loveliness far surpasses this title. Perhaps you can give her a proper name, but make sure it is worthy of her. Something like Marietta or Ava Marie or Antoinette. Made with the softest, coziest cotton and lovingly hand stitched by an artist, this quilt is breathtakingly gorgeous. We cannot cease our sighing over the varying shades of red in the prettiest hues.
This lady is pretty, but she is also adventurous. Take her on a yacht trip, spread her over yourself as you star gaze, or wrap yourself up in her as you travel the world together in a book.
She has a few small spots of discoloration, a few tiny tears, and a few areas with little sheep (cotton batting) popping through. Otherwise, she is in wonderful antique condition.
Measurements: 73” x 73
All quilts come with a muslin tag noting any known history, and an archival Micron pen for you to add yours.
10% of profits from this sale will go towards Gray Panthers, a US-based advocacy organization for the elderly whose mission is to combat ageism and achieve social justice through intergenerational collaboration.
Note on antique/vintage quilts: Many of the quilts we sell have been loved, slept under, washed, sunshine dried, taken on picnics, slept on underneath the stars, and lived lifetimes before arriving at our doorstep. You can expect to see repairs made by later generations, fraying around the edges or in certain blocks, discoloration or yellowing, cotton/wool batting—or as we like to call them, tiny sheep—peeking through. They are imperfect, but their imperfections are charming to us and we hope you feel the same. They are reminders to us of their old age and the history to which they've been a witness. We try our best to note any imperfections, but it’s possible we might miss one here and there. Well-crafted, handmade antique quilts in their original form are becoming scarcer, and we believe it's vital that we preserve them and continue to love them, imperfections and all.
Because these quilts are one-of-a-kind and we are a tiny enterprise, we do not accept returns; please review all photos and the description carefully and ask any questions you may have prior to purchasing.
I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,
But the wind comes whispering in between,
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep-
Why does it always bring to me
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?
/ sara teasdale