Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
I find working with needle and thread to be mostly soothing by the light of day. I listen to bird sounds and the quietness of nature. I listen to thread ever so gently being pulled thru cloth. I smell the natural fragrance of the fabric.
What will it become when I first begin my newest project? Will I give it to someone or keep it? How long will it take to complete? A new quilt begins first as new life, a new idea. So many feelings go thru me about it. It takes on a life of its own.
Its all very exciting to live a life of simplicity and plainness. Quilting is one of my joys. Most I give away or donate. A few I keep for myself, and I can always make another.
A quilt wraps you in warmth and coziness. It gives you a hug when there is no one else to do so. If someone made one for you, it shows the depths of how much they care about you.
I have no pics of the quilts I have made thru the years, or given away. I used to save a square from every fabric so I'd remember the original quilt. . . but didn't remember it anyway. I finally put all those squares into a new quilt. . it was very pretty; then I donated that too. I have no camera, no need for graven images on paper, maybe its my lack of understanding how to access them in the modern world. . .and load them on computer. I was used to the instamatic kind of photo. Now Kodak is fighting for its very survival, if its still around, it may not be.
I love seeing all your photos and loaded images on screen. That is something I cannot offer, not one of my gifts. But I can speak for quiltmaking. It calms me down and keeps me sane. It becomes a gift I can give or one I can keep. It is a way I create beauty and warmth in a world that can be very harsh at times. And I find beauty there too. In cloth and fabric and in thread and color.