Tonight I finished the sqares for my sister's wedding quilt -- they are imperfect, beautiful, and done; there are still major design pieces that need to be worked out, but the squares are pieced and tomorrow I can start to size them and put them together, and have something to actually give the lovely women on their wedding day. If I can borrow my mother's digital camera you all might be able to see them, because really, I'm pretty proud.
But, of course, being me, I combined this process with a fair dose of emotional turmoil by watching Little Women while quilting. Other than the fact that we are only three sisters, and not four; that our mother was a single parent; no one has died of scarlet fever; and that it isn't the late nineteenth century -- I grew up in this book.
And it just *resonated* a little too fucking much tonight. Me and my handful of chocolate chips are going to bed!
Countdown to matrimony: 13 days (after midnight, damn, I need to go to bed)
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3 comments:
Oooooo I'm so jealous of your quilting skills. I'd love to learn!
I grew up by a place that had an amish quilt auction every year and they were SO beautiful!
as a recent other people's weddings survivor...i suggest taking a flask.
But chocolate works too...
"Little Women," the Beth death scene, was the first book that ever made me cry.
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