quilting

I am working on a project for my parents for Christmas. It was an incredible idea in January. Still a stellar idea in July, and now it will be great if I can pull in together and hope for mediocre.

That being said,....because of this project of memories it has prompted me to revisit a LOT of my memories of my family and occasionally makes me a soggy little mess.

The other day during a snow storm I began writing about why I love to quilt. I am not the handiest gal when it comes to homemaking projects and I truly have no gift for color. (I leave that to my cute Sister in Law Mandee) . I love to quilt because my one of my favorite memories of my Grandmother Heslop is the November she took the time to come help me hand-stitch a huge king size quilt for the love of my life (at the time)...it should be noted here that 'He' left my life a short six months later and all I wanted was the quilt back (didn't get it). Anyways, I was in college and would come home at random times of the day, there was Grandmother. Stitching away as though she had nothing better to do than work on this quilt and wait for me to come sew with her. We would pull back Mom's huge front room curtains and watch the snow fall while we finished the enormous project.

There is not a snow fall to this day that passes in which I wish for just one moment with all my heart to have just one more quilt to work on with my Grandmother, I miss her so much some days and I wonder if she knew how much I loved her.