What started as a way to make my birthday different this year, has turned into a full on project that I will start on January 1, 2013, the day I turn 36. I will make 36 quilts for 36 people in one year, from start to finish.
This isn't just a blog about quilting. Although quilts are a huge part of my life, there is so much more to my story. I feel like a little bit of my heart was taken with all the quilts I gave away. I suppose my heart should feel bigger - but the truth is; so many people that received quilts from me don't understand the love that goes into each one. I now understand my Grandma and my Mom - in all the things they have made and given... how awesome it is to give the gift, to be blessed enough to make the gift... but it's kind of like making a minature ship. Hours, love - then you place it in the water and watch it float away, never to be seen again.
Tonight I'm reading C.S. Lewis...
"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vunerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it up carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket–safe, dark, montionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
I believe that the most lawless and inordinated loves are less contrary to God's will than a self-invited and self-protective lovelessnness... We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the suffereings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as a way in which they should break, so be it."
Should I look at my stats? The number of people who read my blog? Would I continue to do this if there was only one? Yes. Funny thing is, there is SO much I don't blog about - but yet there are more people telling me that I'm too much of an open book. I tell them, "loves, wait till I publish a book before you say that."
Two more quilts done. Made my me - hand quilted by my 97 year old grandma. I have NO doubt in my mind that I am her granddaughter. She gave me the patience and love to teach me what most days defines me... the love of making and giving someone a quilt.
She never learned how to drive. Could only have her quilting frame out during the winter months - too many chores to do in the summer months. After grandpa got sick, she left it out all year long. Probably the most rebllious thing she ever did regarding her husband.
He's awake with me tonight. I can't sleep. He'll be 12 years old this year. My Red Fawn Italian Greyhound, St. Louis.
Louis is the second adopted puppy of the gephart pack. he is a tresaured red fawn iggy. he was born in kearney, ne and was the only pup in his litter. louis was named after the st. louis cardinals. he can often be caught watching baseball with his mama.
louis spends most of his time curled up under his st. louis cardinals fleece blanket or jumping on things or over things. he is capable of jumping a 6 foot fence. his hoomans, ryguy and myself, have made many modifications to keep him from escaping.