Skip to main content

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.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Wishing

I submitted book one of my NA series for professional review and consideration, and in return I was praised for the work and provided with excellent feedback. Now I have some changes to contemplate, and decisions to make about the future. I have a couple of different directions to take, which makes the deciding part a challenge. At times like these I wish I had a crystal ball so I could see the outcome of every choice. Wouldn't life be easier if we could do that? Image by Matthias Böckel from Pixabay
Post a Comment
Read more

Downtown Discovery

My guy and I are taking time each week to walk around the downtown areas of places we've never had time before to visit, which is how I came across a lovely fiber art supplies shop wth amazing handspun art yarns and hand-dyed embroidery threads from local artists. Fine silk embroidery thread is literally impossible to find in my part of the country, but not anymore. I also loved the amazing selection of hand-dyed flosses. I even found some tiny seed beads for my current project, and a gift for a quilter friend. While I try to thrift as much as I can for my art quilting and embroidery these days, I love the chance to support our my local weavers and dexters.
Post a Comment
Read more

Of Kork

On the second day of March I overslept. I spent ten hours sleeping, which is very unusual for me. This is because I've suffered from insomnia most of my life, but since making significant changes (like acquiring my current day job, which allowed me to escape all the toxic people I had to deal with in my old job) I sleep much better. These days I usual manage six or seven hours sleep, and if I'm very lucky eight. But ten? I sleep that much only a couple times a year, and generally only when I'm sick. Dreams might be to blame. I remember the night was filled with them, all lovely. I traveled across Europe, I walked the streets of old cities and met lots of interesting people. In one city I stopped by an engagement party where a very attractive couple were exchanging signed contracts. The groom showed me his, and I read these words: "Course shall become Kork." I understood then that they meant to be together forever, and that it was a reincarnation co...
Post a Comment
Read more