Yesterday I pulled out the tin of quilt blocks I cut years ago- blocks for the quilt “Double Wedding Ring” quilt. I love that pattern and it has so many memories attached to it.
It has been probably 15 years since I cut those blocks- and life has changed so much. I left my homeland; my country, married and become a Mom. Yet with those quilt blocks nothing has changed- it is as if time stopped when I laid those hand pieced rows together on the top of neatly stacked piles of still to be sewn blocks.
There are so many memories stored in that box of blocks, so many careful stitches placed years ago when I was still and unmarried maiden. There are so many pieces of fabric in prints that remind me of “home” and my Mom and our quilting days together.
There is such a power in hand work- so many thoughts, dreams, desires are sewn into the seams of quilts and other hand created items.
When I sew by hand I have time to think, to remember, to value those women who taught me to sew and the chain of seamstresses I come from.
Then too there is time for dreaming- about the ones I am sewing this little quilt for and for those so far away.
Each stitch is sewn with love- each piece planned out and carefully cut and placed.
My life of late has been full of paintings on silk, and those too are created with such care and thought. Each brush stroke containing thoughts and dreams of beauty and delight.
There are faster ways of creating these days- and prints can be bought at half the price of originals. But there is nothing that can replace the joy of creating and gifting something you poured your love and dreams into whether sewn, painted, or otherwise created.