Serendipity. This would not have been possible without the tender love, help and guidance of dear Alice. She believed in my crazy arrangement of fabric when nobody else would; helped me with the initial sewing, and when she came to stay with me back in July she helped me get a good start on the quilting (down the right-side very neatly I might add).
Making this quilt has been a whirlwind experience.
My life has taken dramatic twists and turns since I first began cutting squares and birds and triangles.
I let it lie dormant for months and months in a big bag under my bed because I couldn't face finishing it just yet. I have unfolded it and laid it out on the front lawn in various stages of completion, and felt inspired and reinspired.
I have taught myself to quilt, and pricked many fingers.
I have learnt to wear a silver thimble and love it.
I have noticed colours and details in fabrics I had never seen before.
Serendipity has seen me become more comfortable with myself;
seen me become more of myself.
It has held my anger, tears, sweat
and sweet and simple joy.
It is a patchwork of my favourite cottons,
of some belonging to others,
fragments of clothes -
and of memories.
And I know when the time comes to use it
(Time soon when I will have a double bed instead of single)
I will close my eyes
gently run my fingers along the seams
in the quiet hours of the night
remember its history past,
and imagine its history to come.
Sigh. Serendipity: Happy chance.