For the past few months, the ladies at my church, have been working on these quilts for a Service Project for a home for girls that age out of Foster care. It is a very worthy cause. I have been collecting the quilts as the ladies finish them. I have an attachment to each of them.... some because I sewed on them a little, matched the fabrics for it from what was donated, or donated the fabric myself, some because they are so Beautiful, some because I know some one learned a new skill working on it, or sacrificed to donate whether the materials or soo much of their time. So before I take them to the girls I wanted to share the beauty .....
1.The fabric from this one was donated by a mom of 5 girls and she knew the girls would like the brown.
2.I had this blue and found a cute Hawaiian fabric to coordinate 3.This one looks like a Monet painting 4.This one is sewn so well it does not look homemade but it, was along w/ the one just above,was sewn by a woman recouping from Cancer Surgery. 5.Tthere are two of these that are very similar and the craftsmanship is soo good the lady who did these did 3 others also,she taught many of us new skills, she is amazing!!! I had a bunch of patriotic fabric so there is a bit of a theme She machine quilts so beautifully
6. this one shows that most of them are tie quilted and the bindings
7.The other similar one -- I love the channels on the stripes 8.The Eagles -- maybe there is a a girl who is thinking of the military or w/ a cute soldier in her life:)
9.this one is my my favorite color w/ stars--- another of my good friends did 3 or 4 she is such a natural seamstress 10.I called this pebbles and flowers-- The ladies who did this one did 3 and are always willing to do So much, it was worked on by multiple generations of one family.
11.This one is so fresh-- A young girl in the age group of the recipients put these colors together
12.This one is so crisp, sewn by a young mom of 4 young boys who is so talented she makes it look easy. 13.Texas bandannas- sewn by a native Texan And as a Bonus this one shows off a talent to coordinate the stitching w/ the subject matter flowers on flowers Bubbles on the fish and the lining is the sweetest yellow. I love this look and the feel is sooo nice. Thank you so much everyone that helped in anyway -- I know these will give the comfort that was so lovingly stitched into them.
Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons! ************ "Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are." **************
"A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." --Paul Dudley White
************ "Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." - George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this… When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”. “Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place. So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”. And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.