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| Pretty in Pink |
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| Scrappy Seasonal ornaments |
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| Scrappy Seasonal ornaments |
Above all else, to be patient, with my husband, my children,
friends, colleagues, and with myself.
Making a perfect quilt with exactly matching mitered
corners, pristine binding, and flawless quilting, is nearly impossible, and
this is evident early on in one’s study of quilt construction.
Quilting allows me to fudge a little, to forgive myself when
my blocks don’t match up or my rows don’t nest.
My brow furrows a bit, I push my glasses back up the bridge of my nose
and wrestle for a moment, knowing only I will remember where that fussy
cut could have been but wasn’t. And
that’s OK.
Quilting has taught me to appreciate the time at my sewing
machine, be it 5 minutes or 5 hours.
With each steady run of my sweet Bernina, that much worry and tangled
thought exits painlessly.
Quilting has taught me to think ahead, if even for a few
hours, whilst I select delicious fabrics, do some basic measurements, and dream
up a new design, always with someone in mind.
It has taught me to repurpose even the most miniscule scrap of fabric,
something that translates into a way of life.
It has taught me the beauty of creating something for
somebody, not just for creating’s sake.
It allows me to love a person and my relationship with them in a
very particular way. For what fun is it
to keep such treasured creations when happiness is sure to blossom when it’s
given.
Quilting allows me to think, to reflect, travel to the times
and places in my life, to repair feelings and worries about people and events.
It let’s me listen to music, uninterrupted.
It never stresses me out.
It fits me to a tea. It’s part of
my life’s work.
