Embedded Files
Pieces From my Scrap-bag
All quilters like to have a fabric stash
Sometimes even when we're low on cash
But storing fabric is not always easy
Where, O where do I store more cloth?
So it would look pretty and safe from moth.
Boxes and more boxes stacked here and there
There is simply no room left to spare
Oh! What must one do?
My sewing room is simply too small
Fabric is already from wall to wall
It's so tempting to see the sales
How my heart often ails
Must I go ahead and indulge?
I know that there is no more room
Oh why-not make more space and resume
- © By B. L. Arrowood
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Proverbs 31: 13-26
She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
Quilt Poetry
The Patchwork Quilt
A patchwork quilt, this homemade life
With so many pieces I can't keep track.
'Put it in her hands to mend
It wasn't nearly the same when I got it back
'Said she couldn't help but add pieces of her own
And she sewed our lives together with a love I'd never known
And she added so much more. I notice things I never have before
And it's never been so warm, on a quiet winter morning...
When we wrap ourselves up in the lives we each have built,
This patchwork quilt.
Vacation Plans
Vacations come at many times and are spent in many ways.
Some like sun and sea and sea and some like long, hot days.
I myself have not the time for wasting hours outside.
Swimming, sailing, fishing or riding the tides
Instead, I run from mall to mall in my trusty wheels
Hunting for the perfect buys looking for good deals.
My quest is for the perfect place of calico and such
It’s far more fun than gliding, thank you very much!
I trudge a path from store to store, In search of perfect prints
I must have just a bit of each, in several different tints.
I used to be quite shy to ask for quarter yards of each.
But I’ve become a pro at it, while you lay on the beach.
I know each store by heart by now; each bolt is like a friend.
I know which one is colorfast and which is cotton blend.
Because I am the first to know when something new comes in,
My friends and neighbors call my house for the latest bulletins.
No sale on goods escapes my sight. No marked down plaids I miss
I call it just plain buying sense with just a touch of bliss.
And what do I do late at night when all the stores have closed?
This is when my shameful vice really is exposed!
I cut and sew and pin and stitch without a trace of guilt.
For that’s the time I really love, just working on my quilt.
Music for the Quilters
This tune is sung to the tune of "Brighten the Corner Where You Are"
Hope all quilters enjoy the quilt song.
MITER THE CORNERS
You have finished all the stitches in your lovely quilt.
Now the trim is waiting to be done.
Sew the biding' round the four sides of your lovely quilt.
Miter the corners, every one.
Chorus
Miter the corners, everyone
Miter the corners, every one.
Make the finish just as neat as ban be done.
Miter the corners, every one.
By Alice S. Fowler
Instructions for mitering corners
SPECIAL THREADS
I'm not just any woman.
I.'m made of special threads
And in my fashion everyday
I strive to keep my head!
Experiences, both good and bad,
Are woven deep within
My quilt of personality
For which there is no twin.
Sure, there are days I' Scarlett
So full of life and fun.
Yet also days I'm Olive Oy!
When I have come undone.
But if my threads get broken
From life's tough storms and ways.
I saw a patch of womanly pride
And go merely with the day.
Counting the good times and the rough spots
To total the unique me,
I'll constantly accentuate
My special inner seam !
by- Candie Gibson Lemaire
Quilters Ad
QUILTER’S AD FROM WAY BACK
A fundraiser for COTS
Please join us for a
QUILTING BEE
SUNDAY APRIL 16TH.
We need many hands to stitch a quilt. A drawing for
The finished quilt will benefit the Committee on the
Shelterless. The quilting will take place
At number 5 Fourth Street in Petaluma. We’ll began at 9 a m and end when the quilt is finished. You are welcome
to join us for a couple of minutes or a couple of hours
Early-bird drawing tickets available on the day of the bee.
If you are interested in helping in any way, please contact
Daphue Shapiro at763-1165, Janet Gracyk at 762-6294
Or Sue Pettengill at Knit and Stitch, 765-YARN.
BE THERE OR BE SQUARE
QUILTING, THE WAY IT USED TO BE WARM
Love is a quilt -- a quilt is love
Both love and a quilt should be:
Soft enough to comfort you
Bright enough to cheer you
Generous enough to enfold you
Light enough to let you move freely
Strong enough to withstand adversity
Durable enough to last a lifetime
And given gladly, from the heart.
...unknown
My quilted crazy heart block. This was a fun block to make. I really should have made a whole quilt!
FRIENDSHIP'S TAPESTRY
So often when I think of you and all the times we shared,
My heart is filled with thankfulness to have a friend
who cared enough to listen to me tell of joys and trials.
Your being there has been enough to change my tears to smiles.
The subtle love between two friends is so hard to define.
It is not a square or circle or even a straight line.
It's somehow like a tapestry with colors soft and bold,
Yet deep within the weaving there are tiny threads of gold.
Yes, rare and oh so lovely are your friendships' threads of gold.
For they will last a lifetime and then when my story's told -
Someone will hold my tapestry and turn it towards the light,
and tiny points, those threads of gold,will gleam and shine so bright.
And they may think - it's just a thread like green or red or blue-
Perhaps they'll never ever know that golden thread was you.
But I've been thinking lately how you've touched my life just so -
Of how you are so dear to me - and I wanted you to know-
That even if you're next to me or though we're miles apart,
Your golden thread of friendship still will weave within my heart.
... author unknown
My House Project quilt with our family establishment written on bottom
~The Quilt~
As I faced my Maker at the last Judgment,
I knelt before the Lord along with the other
souls. Before each of us laid our lives, like
the squares of a quilt, in many piles. An
Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt
squares together into a tapestry that is our
life. But, as my Angel took each piece of cloth
off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty
each of my squares was. They were filled with
giant holes. Each square was labeled with a
part of my life that had been difficult, the
challenges and temptations I was faced with
in everyday life. I saw hardships that I had
endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such
squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there,
the other tapestries were filled with rich
color and the bright hues of worldly fortune.
I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.
My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth
together, threadbare and empty, like binding
air. Finally the time came when each life was
to be displayed, held up to the light, the
scrutiny of truth.
The others rose, each in turn, holding up
their tapestries. So filled their lives had
been. My Angel looked upon me, and nodded
for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground
in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes.
I had love in my life, and laughter. But there
had also been trials of illness and death, and
false accusations that took from me my world,
as I knew it. I had to start over many times.
I often struggled with the temptation to
quit, only to somehow muster the strength
to pick up and begin again. I had spent many
nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help
and guidance in my life. I had often been held
up to ridicule, which I endured painfully;
each time offering it up to the Father in
hopes that I would not melt within my skin
beneath the judgmental gaze of those who
unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face
the truth. My life was what it was, and I had
to accept it for what it had been.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined
squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air.
I gazed around at the others who
stared at me with eyes wide. Then,
I looked upon the tapestry before me.
Light flooded the many holes, creating
an image. The face of Christ.
Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth
and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time
you gave over your life to Me, it became My
life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each
point of light in your life is when you stepped
aside and let Me shine through, until there was
more of Me than there was of you.
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn,
allowing Christ to shine through.
-Author Unknown
Quilt Humor
Bits of humor from quilters. The capital letters are names of quilts.
RISING SUN
The VIRGINIA STAR shone on the SPIDER WEB
Which ZIGZAG across the NOON DAY LILY
Under the BEACH TREE
By Evelyn's Brown
MRS. ROOSEVELT'S FAVORITE aunt
Was UNCLE SAM’S FAVORITE too?
So they set out together for the
BASKET PATCH
And the SAN DIEGO zoo
B y Linda Galloway Weiss
FANNY’S FAVORITE HOME
TREASURE was a LOG CABIN
On RAMBLING ROAD
While she watched the CALIFORNIA
SUNSET; TEXAS FLOWERS filled
Her abode.
ALICE FAVORITE IDLE MOMENTS
Are spent with a CONTRARY HUSBAND
In SPRINGFIELD PATCH and COSEY'S CAMP
In KALEIDOSCOPE, NEW ENGLAND
But, BEST OF ALL for ANN AND ANDY
Who, with OH SUSANNAH,
CROSSED SQUARE with their DRESDEN
PLATE and ROSEBUD for ENTERTAINING
MOTIONS OF GOOD CHEER
BACHELOR’S PUZZLE
It was AUNT SUKEY’S CHOICE of a DOUBLE WEDDING RING,
Not my SISTER’S COICE of a single WEDDING RING that John called
NONSENSE. She was going to carry a FLOWER BASKET with
PEONIES and ROSEBUDS, while John would wear a BOWTIE when
He took his STEPS TO THE ALTAR. All would sing HOSANNA.
By Pam Vaster
THE QUILTERS
Quilting is a hobby that we can’t deny
You can even ask our hubby’s
They’ll heave a great long sigh.
They will only tell you how it is at home
When we are at our quilting and they are left alone.
They’ll tell you we neglect things,
Things like dishes and the meals
And leave the dirty laundry
Aren’t we really heels?
The children cry for Mummy and we will all reply
Wait until I finish! And will you please not cry!
We always have a few more stitches.
It never seems to end
We sometimes act like witches
Our duties we don’t tend.
The quilt we want to finish
Our minds just look ahead
To the day that our reward will be
Seeing it on a loved ones bed.
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MOTHER'S OLD TRUNK
My mother's old trunk,
Now antiqued in gold,
Is filled with treasures,
All it will hold.
My very first dolly,
Now missing some hair;
Tattered old picture book
And a fat teddy bear
Lacy old valentines
Bright postcards, too,
Some faded hair ribbons
In all shades of blue.
I read with great joy
Letters to mother I wrote.
Penned in scrawled hand
Some merely a note.
But the things I cherish
More than any other,
Are lovely old quilts?
Hand stitched by Mother.
Though mother is gone,
In memory she’s here,
And the memories she left
Are both tender and dear.
By Erma Fajen McFarland
CROSS STITCH POEM
She lay all curled into that final question mark
That no longer asks “How? Or even why”?
Just when
I saw her in her room each day,
As I hunted the halls for other rooms, other patients
Checking their medicine and tie-in –plans
Answering insurance questions,
And guiding shaky signatures on endless forms.
Although her file was in order,
And I had no need to interrupt,
I slowed one day, and paused to look inside
The foot of her bed held a hat thrown down,
And there he sat – in his overalls
Over by the window light
And on his lap
And on the floor around his feet,
A large white clothe
Spread to the other wall.
He held the nearest corner close to his glasses.
And patiently his needle slipped into the cloth.
Then burst forth a thread of brilliant blue!
Then turned and plunged, now down and through
His slow work-worn hands swept below
To catch the end and start its silver tips
On its trip up again.
I stood and watched, and saw a pattern grow
Of birds and flowers---
In a world of sun-shine that sprinkled
Empty areas of white
And chased the gloom
From that gray, quiet room.
And I watched to ask him,
But didn’t—just walked away,
Back to my papers and phones.
Perhaps he cross-stitched for a hobby,
Had done it all his life.
A craft to settle body and soul
Enough to sleep.
But, I’d rather like to think
She started the cover,
Back in years when dreams
Still came true sometimes.
I can see her standing in the room,
Planning the cheerful colors
Smiling as she chooses
Waves of scalloped quilting,
Soft and dancing gaily across the bed,
To meet the bright ruffle at the bottom
That will match her curtains.
And I’m inclined to think—
He never held a needle
Until now.
I like to think—
He tried to finish it
For her
But it’s none of my business.
I’m just an insurance clerk.
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Sew Be It - Quotes
This file includes Sewing, Needlework and Quilts. Also see Hobbies.
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Quotes
As ye sew, so shall ye rip.
Buttons and patches and the cold wind blowing,
The days pass quickly when I am sewing.
Cross-stitchers are x-rated.
I don't lie, I just embellish.
I feed my soul by the stitches I sew.
I love sewing--and I have plenty of material witnesses to prove it.
I need therapy and sewing is cheaper than a psychiatrist.
I switched to a new tailor because my old one was not cut out for the job.
I was going to be a seamstress but I was not suited for it.
I will cross that stitch when I come to it!
I'd rather be stitchin' than in the kitchen!
If I stitch fast enough does it count as an aerobic exercise?
I'm a material girl--want to see my fabric collection?
My heart sings joyfully with each stitch I take...!
My soul is fed by needle and thread.
My tailor retired because his business was sew-sew.
My tailor keeps me in stitches.
My tailor suits me fine.
The only place housework comes before sewing is in the dictionary!
Put the treadle to the metal.
Real cross-stitchers floss every day.
Sewing and crafts fill my days, not to mention the living room, bedroom, and closets.
So much fabric, so little time!
A stitch in time saves nine. Unfortunately a stitch in time is rarely possible.
A tailor's business is 'sew-sew'
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A Fast Knitter?
First woman: "What a pretty sweater! I didn't know you could knit!"
Second woman: "Of course I can! I learned how to knit when I was five! Haven't you ever noticed? I've always had a basket full of knitting in my sewing room. I figure that if I keep at it, I'll have this sweater done by Tuesday!"
First woman: "That's impressive, when did you start it?"
Second woman: "2006."
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Songs about Sewing
If I Had a Needle and Thread - Anita Carter (1956)
Mama's Sewing Machine - Steve Gardner (2006)
Needles and Pins - The Searchers (1964)
Old Singer Sewing Machine, The - Cori Connors (2004)
Pair of Scissors, A - Dean Reed (1959)
Pins and Needles - The Whites (1985)
Sewing - Orange Sherbet (2005)
Sewing Circle - Ray Martin Orchestra (2005)
Sewing Machine - Michael Barrett (2001)
Silver Threads and Golden Needles - The Springfields (1962)
Stitch in Time, A - Mary Weiss (2007)
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Quilts
Page Toppers
A Family is a Patchwork of Love
Life is a patchwork of Friends
Quilt Till You Wilt
Quilters are Undercover Agents
Quilters Come With Strings Attached
Quilters Lead a Pieceful Life
Quilters Never Cut Corners
Quilting Bee
Stitched Together With Love
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Quotes
Blessed are the children of the piece-makers...for they shall inherit the quilts!
I am a quilter and my house is in pieces.
Just think of the patch-abilities.
May your sorrows be patched and your joys quilted.
Old quilters never die, they just go to pieces.
One who sleeps under a quilt is comforted by love.
A quilt is a blanket of love
A quilt is a labor of love.
A quilt is something you make to keep someone you love warm.
A quilt will warm your body and comfort your soul.
Quilters aren't greedy, they're just materialistic.
Quilters never come apart at the seams.
Quilting with a friend will keep you in stitches.
Quilts are like friends: a great source of comfort.
When life gives you scraps--make a quilt.
You can always tell a quilter by the thread she wears.
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Remember Me
(Linda Otto Lispett)
It was not a woman's desire to be forgotten. And in one simple, unpretentious way, she created a medium that would outlive even many of her husband's houses, barns and fences; she signed her name in friendship onto cloth and, in her own way, cried out, REMEMBER ME!
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A Crazy Quilt
(Douglas Afallock)
And what is life?
A crazy quilt;
Sorrow and joy,
and grace and guilt,
With here and there
a square of blue
For some old happiness
we knew.
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The Quilt
(Carrie Hall)
Of all the things a woman's hands have made,
The quilt so lightly thrown across her bed--
The quilt that keeps her loved ones warm--
Is woven of her love and dreams and thread.
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My Mother's Quilt
A square of bright red calico
Her fingers would explore;
She wore it her first day at school,
She told me o'er and o'er!
To a narrow strip of yellowed white
Her eyes would often stray;
She wore that when a blushing bride,
Upon her wedding day.
That tiny piece of pink and white,
And then the tears would start;
Her first-born in her arms was laid,
Close to her mother-heart.
Her fingers touched a dainty blue
In reverence, lingered there;
"The little girl God needed," and
Her lips would move in prayer.
There, woven in my Mother's quilt
Was the record of her life;
The gray days and the golden ones,
Her years of joy and strife.
And when she left her earthly home
To cross that silent sea,
Her presence lingered, bright and warm
In this quilt she left with me.
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Who Would Tear an Antique Quilt Asunder for Jackets and Skirts?
(Erma Bombeck 1983)
Bet you never figured me for a "quilter," did you?
My image brings to mind such phrases as "Connect-a-dot," "Paint-by-number" and "Drop pouch in boiling water."
Well, you're wrong.
I have always been in awe of anything that a 2-year-old cannot dismantle in 10 minutes.
Right now, there is a battle raging between the "purist" quilters and the style-makers as to whether or not antique quilts should be dissected and made as wearing apparel or left in their original state on beds and walls.
I'm with the purists.
If anyone approached one of my quilts with a pair of scissors and a pattern for a vest, I would personally charge them with assault with a deadly weapon. Would Betsy Ross let you make underwear out of her flag?
Only people who have done handicraft really know what goes into it. When I was expecting my third child, I decided to cross-stitch quilts for twin beds. For nine months, I did nothing but grow and sew. Dishes sat in the sink. Beds became nests. Laundry spilled out of the hampers.
When the nurse said, "Would you like to see your son?" she patiently held the baby while I finished up the tree on the last square.
A finished quilt represents my personal marathon--my Miss America victory--my Nobel Prize. It's an achievement that ranks right up there with writing your name legibly on the Christmas cards all the way to the names beginning with W.
I read where Bonnie Lehman, editor of the Quilter's Newsletter magazine, was enraged when a leading designer cut up antique quilts for skirts and jackets for his collection. "Vests, pillows indeed!" she said. "Quilts are made to be used on beds where primal events in life took place . . . conception, birth, illness, death."
I'm finishing up a celebrity quilt where each square carries a sketch-drawing-bit of wisdom-signature of someone I admire. Art Buchwald's square says it all: "Whoever sleeps under this quilt better have a good reason."
That's what quilts are all about.
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Songs about Quilts
Aunt Annie's Quilt Shop - The Gackle-Trucker Band (2010)
Aunt Dinah's Quilting Party - Country Gentlemen (1963)
Patchwork - Hargus 'Pig' Robbins (1979)
Patchwork Girl - Helen Cornelius (1973)
Patchwork Quilt - Phil Lesh and Friends (2002)
Quilt of Dreams - Janie Fricke (2002)
Quilting Bee - The Weavers (1952)
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Quilt Poetry
Music for the Quilters
This tune is sung to the tune of "Brighten the Corner Where You Are"
Hope all quilters enjoy the quilt song.
MITER THE CORNERS
You have finished all the stitches in your lovely quilt.
Now the trim is waiting to be done.
Sew the biding' round the four sides of your lovely quilt.
Miter the corners, every one.
Chorus
Miter the corners, everyone
Miter the corners, every one.
Make the finish just as neat as ban be done.
Miter the corners, every one.
By Alice S. Fowler
Instructions for mitering corners
SPECIAL THREADS
I'm not just any woman.
I.'m made of special threads
And in my fashion everyday
I strive to keep my head!
Experiences, both good and bad,
Are woven deep within
My quilt of personality
For which there is no twin.
Sure, there are days I' Scarlett
So full of life and fun.
Yet also days I'm Olive Oy!
When I have come undone.
But if my threads get broken
From life's tough storms and ways.
I saw a patch of womanly pride
And go merely with the day.
Counting the good times and the rough spots
To total the unique me,
I'll constantly accentuate
My special inner seam !
by- Candie Gibson Lemaire
Quilters Ad
QUILTER’S AD FROM WAY BACK
A fundraiser for COTS
Please join us for a
QUILTING BEE
SUNDAY APRIL 16TH.
We need many hands to stitch a quilt. A drawing for
The finished quilt will benefit the Committee on the
Shelterless. The quilting will take place
At number 5 Fourth Street in Petaluma. We’ll began at 9 a m and end when the quilt is finished. You are welcome
to join us for a couple of minutes or a couple of hours
Early-bird drawing tickets available on the day of the bee.
If you are interested in helping in any way, please contact
Daphue Shapiro at763-1165, Janet Gracyk at 762-6294
Or Sue Pettengill at Knit and Stitch, 765-YARN.
BE THERE OR BE SQUARE
QUILTING, THE WAY IT USED TO BE
WARM THOUGHTS
Love is a quilt -- a quilt is love
Both love and a quilt should be:
Soft enough to comfort you
Bright enough to cheer you
Generous enough to enfold you
Light enough to let you move freely
Strong enough to withstand adversity
Durable enough to last a lifetime
And given gladly, from the heart.
...unknown
My quilted crazy heart block. This was a fun block to make. I really should have made a whole quilt!
FRIENDSHIP'S TAPESTRY
So often when I think of you and all the times we shared,
My heart is filled with thankfulness to have a friend
who cared enough to listen to me tell of joys and trials.
Your being there has been enough to change my tears to smiles.
The subtle love between two friends is so hard to define.
It is not a square or circle or even a straight line.
It's somehow like a tapestry with colors soft and bold,
Yet deep within the weaving there are tiny threads of gold.
Yes, rare and oh so lovely are your friendships' threads of gold.
For they will last a lifetime and then when my story's told -
Someone will hold my tapestry and turn it towards the light,
and tiny points, those threads of gold,will gleam and shine so bright.
And they may think - it's just a thread like green or red or blue-
Perhaps they'll never ever know that golden thread was you.
But I've been thinking lately how you've touched my life just so -
Of how you are so dear to me - and I wanted you to know-
That even if you're next to me or though we're miles apart,
Your golden thread of friendship still will weave within my heart.
... author unknown
My House Project quilt with our family establishment written on bottom
~The Quilt~
As I faced my Maker at the last Judgment,
I knelt before the Lord along with the other
souls. Before each of us laid our lives, like
the squares of a quilt, in many piles. An
Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt
squares together into a tapestry that is our
life. But, as my Angel took each piece of cloth
off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty
each of my squares was. They were filled with
giant holes. Each square was labeled with a
part of my life that had been difficult, the
challenges and temptations I was faced with
in everyday life. I saw hardships that I had
endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such
squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there,
the other tapestries were filled with rich
color and the bright hues of worldly fortune.
I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.
My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth
together, threadbare and empty, like binding
air. Finally the time came when each life was
to be displayed, held up to the light, the
scrutiny of truth.
The others rose, each in turn, holding up
their tapestries. So filled their lives had
been. My Angel looked upon me, and nodded
for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground
in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes.
I had love in my life, and laughter. But there
had also been trials of illness and death, and
false accusations that took from me my world,
as I knew it. I had to start over many times.
I often struggled with the temptation to
quit, only to somehow muster the strength
to pick up and begin again. I had spent many
nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help
and guidance in my life. I had often been held
up to ridicule, which I endured painfully;
each time offering it up to the Father in
hopes that I would not melt within my skin
beneath the judgmental gaze of those who
unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face
the truth. My life was what it was, and I had
to accept it for what it had been.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined
squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air.
I gazed around at the others who
stared at me with eyes wide. Then,
I looked upon the tapestry before me.
Light flooded the many holes, creating
an image. The face of Christ.
Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth
and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time
you gave over your life to Me, it became My
life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each
point of light in your life is when you stepped
aside and let Me shine through, until there was
more of Me than there was of you.
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn,
allowing Christ to shine through.
Author Unknown
Quilt Humor
Bits of humor from quilters. The capital letters are names of quilts.
RISING SUN
The VIRGINIA STAR shone on the SPIDER WEB
Which ZIGZAG across the NOON DAY LILY
Under the BEACH TREE
By Evelyn's Brown
MRS. ROOSEVELT'S FAVORITE aunt
Was UNCLE SAM’S FAVORITE too?
So they set out together for the
BASKET PATCH
And the SAN DIEGO zoo
B y Linda Galloway Weiss
FANNY’S FAVORITE HOME
TREASURE was a LOG CABIN
On RAMBLING ROAD
While she watched the CALIFORNIA
SUNSET; TEXAS FLOWERS filled
Her abode.
ALICE FAVORITE IDLE MOMENTS
Are spent with a CONTRARY HUSBAND
In SPRINGFIELD PATCH and COSEY'S CAMP
In KALEIDOSCOPE, NEW ENGLAND
But, BEST OF ALL for ANN AND ANDY
Who, with OH SUSANNAH,
CROSSED SQUARE with their DRESDEN
PLATE and ROSEBUD for ENTERTAINING
MOTIONS OF GOOD CHEER
BACHELOR’S PUZZLE
It was AUNT SUKEY’S CHOICE of a DOUBLE WEDDING RING,
Not my SISTER’S COICE of a single WEDDING RING that John called
NONSENSE. She was going to carry a FLOWER BASKET with
PEONIES and ROSEBUDS, while John would wear a BOWTIE when
He took his STEPS TO THE ALTAR. All would sing HOSANNA.
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