This quilt was made by my great grandmother. The pattern is Drunkard's Path. (I think that there may be another name for the block arrangement.) My grandmother can pick out fabrics from outfits that she wore. (I think these are scraps from the material purchased to make the dresses - not the remains of the actual dresses. Those would probably be more worn and faded.) The condition is near mint - my own appraisal - no popped stitches, not frayed areas, original binding intact...
Here is a shot of the block - this must be where I got my "done is better than perfect" attitude from. As you work around the path you see a pattern and then - oops. But she kept going rather than unsewing and "fixing" it. BTW I don't think any of the block arrangements are as you would expect the to be...
This is the border. It is a variation of cable quilting. (Only the overs are quilted - no unders. If you know what I mean.)
This is the back (it does not have any blue on it in real life...) so that you can possible see the quilting. Circles with "seeds."
I made this label for the quilt several years ago. She died in 1940 when my grandmother was a young lady, so my grandmother was never "old enough" to learn to quilt from her mother. I am not sure about why it is "maverick", but I know one thing it is not because there were small children under foot. She was not that kind of mother.
I made the label on an old laserjet printer - printed onto June Taylors "printer fabric." I seriously doubt it is "stuck forever" - like I would not be washing it anytime soon. I scanned the photo and added the text around it in a word-processing software package. I am 99% sure that there are better ways to get the same effect.
I plan to get one of those glass chests for storing it - complete with stuffing the folds with acid free tissue paper. (It has minimal creases now - I folded it in 1/3rds after photographing it to help...) You see she was a prolific quilter, but this is the only quilt in my immediate family. Most of them ended up in an in-law side. (My great grandfather lived with his deceased son's wife until he moved to Florida. She would not let anything leave the house unless he took it out of the house. He never returned to take anything out of the house.)
Thanks for all of the lovely comments. You made my morning.