I’ve spent every spare minute the past week cutting material into little tiny pieces and then sewing it back together.
Maybe I’m crazy.
At least a little addicted.
But there’s something very relaxing about cutting little squares and methodically sewing them together to make geometric designs.
My mind wonders as I measure, cut, sew, snip, press, repeat.
I plan menus, pray, listen to music.
Relax.
Measure, cut, sew, snip, press, repeat.
Piece by piece quilt blocks are forming in my hands.
Green. Blue. Plaid. Solid.
Rhythm. Order. Control.
As my hands work, my mind slowly untangles the snarls of the day, almost unconsciously.
Measure, cut, sew, snip, press, repeat.
Schedules are figured out. Projects planned. Lists created.
Little by little my pile of finished blocks grows – a tangible and very satisfying measure of my time.
A quilt is forming.
And peace reigns.
That’s going to be a beautiful quilt. Wish I had the patience and the knowledge to do that. My grandma used to quilt and I have two quilts she made for me that I treasure. One of them was pieced together out of prom dresses and bridesmaid dresses so it has extra special memories attached to it.
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I do not quilt, but love quilts!!! That is going to be a beauty.
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I am going to do this one day! Made one when I was a child and loved it. Beautiful!
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