Recently in my constant quest to finish all the stuff
I came across a bag of cut dresden petals
and one morning I sewed the ends, and then another day I turned them
and made the little points and pressed them and sewed them all together.
Then I found a piece of fabric in my stash and thought I'd sew them on
and some pink I fussy cut (most unlike me) for the centres.
On another morning I got up early and sewed on the borders
and behold it was a top. Just like that. A week of early mornings
and a bit of afternoon stitching and it was done.
I had the feeling it was for a strong, beautiful woman,
but apart from that I wasn't sure who it was for,
but that's ok. The quilts always get a home.
Yesterday morning I got a message from my friend Pip in France
who urgently needed a quilt for a desperately sad situation.
So I texted Shenleigh and said I had a quilt that needed to jump the queue,
and she popped it on the machine and quilted it
and this morning I got up at six and bound it.
Then just as I finished it, Pip messaged me again and wanted a message stitched on it,
so I stitched it on and then couriered it to France late this afternoon.
It's on it's way. A quilt is not a cure for a bad situation,
but hopefully it will bring comfort.
Hopefully the love that it is stitched with,
will seep into the bodies of the broken hearted that snuggle under it.
I hope so. I pray so.
Praying and making quilts,
two things I know I can do!