Quilt of Many Colors
Though it is a beautiful day out, I didn’t have anything on the agenda for the outside work. I was beckoned into the sewing studio.
Many years ago when my sister and I would have a coffee klatch at three over the phone lines, we would compare how our day was going. She was right. “You can’t be outside all the time, there has to be a choice.” Elvera would have a project going at her Bernina much like I have with mine. Elvera wasn’t into quilting until a time after Mom was gone. She bit the thread and fuzz bug hard. It didn’t take her long she and her son’s mother-in-law purchased a long-arm quilter together. It was in Rita’s basement in Brownton, eight miles from Stewart, where Elvera lived. Today, neither Elvera or Rita are here to swap quilt ideas with. Hmm.
In times past, Elvera and I would swap ideas on quilting and we even made a trip or two together to the Old Alley Quilt Shop in Sherburn. Elvera was just getting into making baby quilts for her up-coming grandchildren, as everyone had larger quilts that she had made and quilted. The seventeenth, last week, Elvera has been gone for four years. Time goes by quickly. At the time of her passing, her daughter-in-law was pregnant as well as her granddaughter. There were baby quilts waiting for a baby girl and a baby boy.
Elvera was right . . . we have choices. Today, my choice was to work on the quilt of many colors from fabric that was gifted to me by Rita. The flannel layer cake of 10″ squares is destined to become a 60″ x 70″ quilt. All the squares have had added an embroidered alternating design. The stitching of blocks has begun. I won’t stay at it for hours on end, but . . . there is now a rhyme and reason to follow.
Dennis and his bud, Dwayne, took another load of Dwayne’s goodies to the Storden auction location. Dwayne will turn the keys to his farm site acreage over to the new owners on October 1st. The clock is ticking. Dennis’ little red pickup can handle the large trailer where Dwayne’s old pickup cannot. What a pair to help each other out. What a gift it is to lend a hand where needed.
Hey . . . I have a hand to lend as well if needed. When a need is found, there is always a solution.
I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. That is what is quite wonderful about being retired . . . each day is a surprise . . . how could it ever be boring.