Today Chrissy moved out. She's 20 and she is ready for her second attempt at flatting.
I'm really happy for her, it's going to be great; and I'm glad.
This morning she was trying to shed as much stuff as she could to us
(as they do) and she gave me three fat quarters of fabric she didn't want.
After David came home from dropping off all her gear,
we cleaned the room and set up a spare bed in there.
Then I came inside and felt a bit lost really.
Deep down inside I felt sad that my baby has flown the nest,
I'm really happy for her, but buried deep in my heart
I knew that I'm going to miss her heaps, even the annoying bits.
Of course I had things I should do,
but I picked up her three pieces of fabric and an idea came to me.
I found three more pieces that matched
and started cutting and pressing and sewing.
As I sewed the strips I talked to God about how I felt,
and asked Him to look after her;
and gradually the pile of fabric was joined up together.
It's just such a peaceful feeling to sew and sew and sew
without thinking too much.
And then there was a neat pile of strips all sewn together.
It felt like no time at all. Order from the chaos.
Nine scrappy trip around blocks.
Beautiful bright and vibrant blocks.
A leaving the nest quilt in the making.
My hopes, fears and prayers ordered into lines.