oceans of patchwork. my hands are always in it. my clothes covered in thread. the fabrics smile at me and we work together. step by step. methodically but with excitement. i recognize patterns and i'm drawn to certain colors. 
i long to see the squares pucker and fade and soften. but that takes time. years. so i move on, sewing until it's thick and soft and will cover a bed. until it will smooth over a sleeping child. until it will form around a young girl's dreams. or wrap tightly around a couples love. or keep company with a single sleeper. rise and fall and grow warm. smell like warm sleepy breath. the colors blending and fading with the years. making friends and simply tolerating others. there is life in the quilts. there is a pulse. it's what keeps me at it day after day after day.
Beautiful work and beautiful words. Liz :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Liz, beautiful all around :)
ReplyDeleteI really do feel the life in handmade objects--what a difference it makes!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your quilts. They are alive. I am most happy now when I am curled up in the one you made. It does heat up like it is alive. I even took it camping with me instead of my t-shirt quilt and I ALWAYS take my t-shirt quilt!
ReplyDeleteyou have just described ( in your marvelous way ) what i feel about handmade... all the love, the hard work, the dreams, the kindness.
ReplyDeleteThis is the most beautiful description of quilts I've ever read. Simply amazing!!
ReplyDeleteThe part about clothes covered in thread - I love looking at my shirt at the end of a long sewing session and seeing all the colors of the loose threads clinging to it. :)
Your quilts are gorgeous!!!
i love having you ladies in my life. you understand the way i live...the way i need to live. you appreciate all the little things i try to explain.
ReplyDeletethank you!!
I love these wonderful ideas expressed in such a lustrous way.
ReplyDeleteYou've made me cry! (Tears of happiness & joy & gratitude) Thank you. Xx
ReplyDeletebps....xoxoxo
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