My mother in law quilts. She takes little pieces of cloth that most would throw away, pieces them all together and makes something beautiful out of it that keeps you warm. She often pays for some of the pieces. This may not sound exciting or even interesting but it is an example of her life. Her husband was a young, handsome cop. A lot of women have a thing for a man in uniform and he tasted as many of them as he could. He cheated on her many times and she knew it. Still, she remained faithful.
They stayed together and now are in their 70's. They have been together so long now they can't imagine not being with each other.She weathered the storms, took the pain and stood by her vows. She raised her kids well and did all of the things that a good mother is supposed to do. Baked cookies, made caramel covered apples and popcorn balls. She went on the endless camping trips always keeping little scraps of fabric that represented small, yet monumental times in their lives.
Pieces of grandma's bonnet and apron. Parts of the choir uniforms and girl scout clothes, his uniform shirt. The baby clothes that they wore.
Even though life handed her tatters, in her arthritic hands she tied them all together and made something beautiful out of the pieces of joy that her life left her and made something beautiful out of it all.
She is the master quilter, I love and respect her. She made us a quilt that will never be on the bed. It will be a cherished memory as each stitch that she lovingly placed means something. That she took the time, had the devotion and the stamina to put together all of those pieces that life handed her.
They stayed together and now are in their 70's. They have been together so long now they can't imagine not being with each other.She weathered the storms, took the pain and stood by her vows. She raised her kids well and did all of the things that a good mother is supposed to do. Baked cookies, made caramel covered apples and popcorn balls. She went on the endless camping trips always keeping little scraps of fabric that represented small, yet monumental times in their lives.
Pieces of grandma's bonnet and apron. Parts of the choir uniforms and girl scout clothes, his uniform shirt. The baby clothes that they wore.
Even though life handed her tatters, in her arthritic hands she tied them all together and made something beautiful out of the pieces of joy that her life left her and made something beautiful out of it all.
She is the master quilter, I love and respect her. She made us a quilt that will never be on the bed. It will be a cherished memory as each stitch that she lovingly placed means something. That she took the time, had the devotion and the stamina to put together all of those pieces that life handed her.
