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kz_blogorambling) wrote2011-09-07 09:12 am
kz_blogorambling) wrote2011-09-07 09:12 am
Dusty in here!
Or, as someone on a message board wrote after seeing that Michigan Difference ad, someone just burst into my office and started cutting up huge genetically engineered onions.
As you may recall my writing about, when Mom died she left a half-finished quilt. Before heading back to MI I gathered up all the blocks and extra fabric, which I brought back here. My officemates helped me turn it into a quilt for my sister (who was my mom's intended recipient). That was a huge emotional deal for me.
We had a lot of leftover fabric because we were forced to change my mom's design (due to the number of blocks she'd completed). That fabric sat in my office under my desk for a long time. Then in December, when we moved, I realized it was ridiculous to keep it around, and I gave it to one of my quilting co-workers.
She is a member of the local quilt guild, whose membership makes (in addition to their own personal projects) over 300 quilts each year to donate to a local domestic violence shelter. They try to make enough so that everyone who spends any time there leaves with a homemade quilt. That's what she did with the fabrics: made them into a quilt to go to Safe House. She didn't tell me this until this week, and today she brought it in to show me.
It totally chokes me up to think about that fabric--some of which my mom chose, some of which we chose after her death to complete her original project--going into this quilt, destined for someone who might really need its comfort and warmth.
As you may recall my writing about, when Mom died she left a half-finished quilt. Before heading back to MI I gathered up all the blocks and extra fabric, which I brought back here. My officemates helped me turn it into a quilt for my sister (who was my mom's intended recipient). That was a huge emotional deal for me.
We had a lot of leftover fabric because we were forced to change my mom's design (due to the number of blocks she'd completed). That fabric sat in my office under my desk for a long time. Then in December, when we moved, I realized it was ridiculous to keep it around, and I gave it to one of my quilting co-workers.
She is a member of the local quilt guild, whose membership makes (in addition to their own personal projects) over 300 quilts each year to donate to a local domestic violence shelter. They try to make enough so that everyone who spends any time there leaves with a homemade quilt. That's what she did with the fabrics: made them into a quilt to go to Safe House. She didn't tell me this until this week, and today she brought it in to show me.
It totally chokes me up to think about that fabric--some of which my mom chose, some of which we chose after her death to complete her original project--going into this quilt, destined for someone who might really need its comfort and warmth.
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