I Remember

I was able to have a milestone birthday this summer without a lot of fuss, which is how I prefer to celebrate. My two favorite men took me out for lunch, which is all this girl ever wants. To my surprise one of my closest friends just sent me a mystery quilting box containing three yards of fabric, a spool of expensive thread, and a free pattern download. I love mysteries, and this one certainly was fun to open.

I'd probably never put together this combination of fabrics, but I like the boldness of the palette. I might try a new pattern, too.

The designer info card that was included had these words on it: Remember why you started. I don't often think about that because it's a sad reason. I lost a quilt that my grandmother made that was precious to me; it was thrown away after she died during a time when I was away from home. No one understood why I was upset about that old, worn quilt. It was made from scraps my grandmother saved from making her own clothes, so to me it was her sewing history.

Anyway, I was heartbroken, but I decided to deal with my sadness by learning to quilt. I'm still glad that's how I chose to resolve the situation.