
I made a baby quilt for a young man who will be 20 very soon. Eek! I asked his Momma if I could take a photo of it, and she graciously pulled it out of its storage box My heart is so happy that she knew right where it was..that told me a lot. When I took some photos, I noticed a seam that had come undone. I offered to bring it home to fix it. As I looked at it, I was appalled and embarrassed and simultaneously thrilled to look at it. There are elements that are so, well, badly done. The quilter I am now just wanted to go through and "fix" it. It took a lot of restraint to just fix the seam (a quick little zig-zag), and not go through and add quilting and more quilting. There was a little of stitch in the ditch and that was about it. It's amazing it survived the wash with so little holding the layers together.

I can honestly say I've grown...I was a total novice and made it with love. And even though I'm no longer a novice, I'm still learning. And I still make each quilt with love - because every item should wrap you in love, and be blessed with prayers and happy wishes.
I'm fortunate for the ability to do what I love and get to make baby quilts for my colleagues. My administrators have enabled this habit, and it is baby season at our school. These two have all gone to their respective homes, and the babies involved. We are on baby watch for the most recent. As a matter of fact, they were finding in-house emergency coverage today - I hope that means there was a last minute call to the hospital. The one in the chair will be handed off tomorrow morning...this baby is due this summer, so it will find it's new home before the school year ends.


Funny story, as I was about to mail this off, I realized I had no good pics. So I went across the street to the park and tried to take pics. Of course, every time I stepped away to take a pic, it fell to the ground. Two middle-school aged boys were walking by, and I thought I'd risk it. "Gentleman, can you help me with something?" "Maybe..." (They probably thought I was a creeper at that moment). I explained what I needed and they were happy to each take a corner. They were impressed that I had made this thing. I forget that not everyone gets to see handmade items created in their lives and homes.
The quilt made it to it's new home, and I'm thrilled that they love it. That really is the best praise ever. That and using it. I need to send them washing instructions (I was so focused on getting it there on time, I forgot to include them), and an explanation that it is meant to be used, and it comes with a lifetime warranty. So please, use it, and try to wear it out.
Life really is good!