Quilt Chronicles ll

Dear God, thank you for protecting me and my loved ones today. Thank you for keeping us safe, fed and healthy. Thank you for keeping my fingers nimble and my mind relatively clear. Thank you for the constant gift of my precious family: my husband, who has been supportive of my staying up at night to the wee hours to finish a quilt project, my two sons and my lovely daughter. Please look after us as we sleep tonight. Keep us safe until morning and if there is a fire, please give me time to grab my quilt………

I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself! The words just popped out. I know I’m being selfish, asking for time to grab my quilts. But the thought of losing my many stitches in a fire is devastating!

For example, the Blue and Red Lone Star quilt I made in 1993 for my eldest born son. I was filled with excitement and thrill to sew something for my first child. When I got pregnant again shortly, I sew the Bear’s Paw quilt for my second son.

Then, the Star of Bethlehem quilt was born the year after that. This quilt reminds me that You gave me hope and strength to cope during those hard and trying emotional times of my life.

Another quilt, my Heirloom quilt is hanging on the wall on top of our bed. It was applique’d during the time when we moved out of capitolville house and started our own rented little home. Six months of transition went into that quilt. Hard times challenged me but I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything else. Please give me time to take it down from the wall.

The pink and green Hearts from Above appliqué quilt that covers my daughter’s bed is special too. That same year, you answered our prayer to build our own house. The loft, my future quilt studio on the third floor needs stairs to get to it, some flooring and ceiling too.

The Grandmother’s Fan lap quilt is hanged neatly on the wall by the receiving area. I take it down if we need some warmth on a chilly night. Oh, my anniversary quilt, the Double Wedding Ring, once it is completed will fold neatly at the base of our bed. And let me not forget to grab my very first quilt project I made in 1985. A Christmas stocking of red, white and gold, the very thing that started this quilting career.

Besides the quilts, there’s my two big scrap boxes at the left side of the computer by the family room. It holds all my future quilts, my dreams, my scrappy earth-bound idea of heaven. Couldn’t I take them too? It has taken me nine years to accumulate the many different fabrics it contains, gleaned from ukay-ukay, donations from my husband’s aunt, exchanges with my quilting students and visits to fabric shops that resulted in guilty purchases! I couldn’t bear the thought of starting again.

Lord, a big one, a little over a thousand meters of cotton fabrics in bolts, some folded and stacked neatly by color in 2 large 10-feet covered shelves. It will be a lot of work to unload them and so I would like some extra time for that too, please.

It will take me almost no time to grab the photo albums that contain the group pictures of all the quilting classes I have taught since 1996, and my old electric sewing machine… I almost forgot about that. I bought that at a good price of 600, partly broken, but was fixed for free. It runs very well, I would not need a new one. It’s quite heavy so its by the front door, ready to be brought out just in case.

Not to mention the unfinished quilt tops: Dresden Plate, Flower Bouquet, Broken Hearts, Cathedral Window….I wish I can take them too, can I?

I know I have asked more than I should, so I won’t ask for time to snatch my quilting books and magazines. I won’t ask for that… but my quilting hoop! My dear old quilting hoop is now entering its ninth year of trusty service. It has been glued, nailed, taped and glued again because of my reluctance to part with such a precious old friend. It is right by the family room fronting the terrace. I’ll just toss it to the yard on the way out and hope the tape holds….

There it is – the sum total of my fourteen quilting years, a growing mass of possessions strewn from one end of the house to the other. That’s all, and yet, I haven’t mentioned the curtain samples hiding behind the bookshelves, my extensive cardboard and paper collection, my tin of buttons, my threads, my expensive scissors, my betweens needles, my embroidery scrolls, my silver thimble and rubber gloves placed in my small heart-shaped sewing box. The odd bits of quilting flotsam and jetsam tucked away in nooks and crannies unremembered. I won’t mention them.

I won’t mention them because there’s also all my quilting patterns and stencils, my boys’ toys, our inherited antique furnitures, my old sewing machine lamp that illuminated our evenings, or the fact that if I don’t save some clothes, we will go naked for a while…..

I can’t bear to think about it! My prayer has gotten out of hand and I’m fighting this uncontrollable urge to stack my scrap boxes, quilts, and books, by the front door….

Please God, may I amend my prayer? No fire please. No fire or emergencies that would mean leaving behind the precious little comforts of my life. Please keep us safe and free from harm.

Amen.