Quilting

       It has been cold and dreary outside for many days now. I have been sewing,  cushions, pillows and pillow cases for Mister's and mine. I will show you what I did when all the tidying up is done. We have a repair guy in our bath tinkering all the odds. In the meantime, I took out the quilt I've been wanting to finish that has been in the back burner for so many years now. Say, four years?
       My passion was reignited after my family and I visited my former college housemate at her home in Bainbridge Island. She told me, she was so encouraged after she saw my quilt and started to piece her own. Oh, you should see her bedroom rammed with all her fabric finds and with that, I got the fever back.
       I found this funny poem by an unknown author:

                                                   Ode to My Wife the Quilter

                                                     She learned to quilt on Monday.

                                   Her stitches all were very fine.

                                    She forgot to thaw out dinner.

                                        so we went out to dine.

                                 She quilted miniatures on Tuesday.

                                      she says they are a must.

                                   They really were quite lovely.

                                       But she forgot to dust.

                                   On Wednesdays it was a sampler.

                                        She says stipling's fun.

                                    What highlights! What Shadows!

                                     But the laundry wasn't done.

                                   Her patches were on Thursday -

                                    Green, yellow, blue and red.

                                 I guess she was really engrossed;

                                    She never made the bed.

                                  It was wall hangings on Friday,

                                     In colors she adores.

                                 I t never bothered her at all, 

                                    The crumbs on the floors.

                                   I found a maid on Saturday.

                                     My week is now complete.

               My wife can quilt the hours away; The house will still be neat.

                  Well, it's already Sunday.I think I'm about to wilt.

                           I cursed, I raved, I ranted,

                                   The MAID has learned to QUILT!

                              The girls bedroom, the first one's I pieced from scraps.

                             Our hands together, sure our hearts connected.

...so DELIGHTED with our craft !!