I’ve been wanting to use this button for a long time.
I’m a Quilt Diva not because I quilt. This Aries doesn’t have the patience for that kind of detailed work and delayed gratification.
But I love quilts. This is a composite of sections of all my quilts.
The big one in the center is from my late friend Jeff. One is from my late friend Steve R, who got it from his deceased partner, whose grandmother made it. Four of the quilts are from my mother (she didn’t make them, but bought them and gifted them to me over the years). I found the little pigs in an antique shop; they were made from quilts over a hundred years old. The rest of the quilts Tom and I have collected during our twenty-plus years together.
The quilts are on beds in our house and Tim’s apartment. Some of them hang. Some are part of pillows or table runners. Some are folded in stacks on our window seat. Nothing (except food) makes Margot happier than when I drag a quilt to the couch or the bed for a nap. She snuggles under it, or lies on top of it with her head resting on my ankles. Guinness lies next to it. A few days ago, Tim came over while I was sleeping and whispered to the dogs to come outside. He said they pretended they had to stay in and guard me. But I know they’re just Quilt Divas, too.
This Aries doesn’t have the patience for that kind of detailed work and delayed gratification.
Yes, you do, silly! You’re a novelist! 😀
I guess it depends on what the activity is, huh? I’m not the most patient of people either, so if it is an activity that requires one to be patient, I have to be really into it to do it.
Hmmm. You make a valid point.
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Just to add to the quilt-y-ness… here’s a software manager gone highschool math teacher’s site on the quilts she made ()
http://members.cox.net/kratersge/
(Come to think of it, I haven’t heard much of anything lately from her, not even quilts!)
On a fall foliage tour several Octobers ago my friend Laurie and I stopped for lunch in Kennebunk, Maine, and I remember we visited a little shop called Mainely Quilts. One of the things I’ll never forget about the shop is that in order to touch the quilts on display you had to wear these little white gloves provided by the staff. The women working there were very serious about their art. They practice hardcore quilting in Maine. 🙂
My cousin is a quilter as in she belongs to a quilting guild, and is their secretary or something. I want a quilt from her… but she is not forthcoming.