I love quilts. They can be a beautiful metaphor for so many life situations. Aren’t we all just putting little pieces together and doing the best we can?
Sitting in her rocker
Holding needle and some thread...
Her fingers told a story
Without pen or pencil lead.
But written in the fabric,
Stories woven in her stitch...
While every block inside her quilt
Holds memories so rich.
Her stitches perfectly in line,
You would find no flaw to see.
Her quilts were sewn by hand with care,
And not machinery.
Such talent in her fingers,
Created works of art...
The colors and the patterns blend,
The love poured out from her heart.
For every stitch was sewn with more
Than just a piece of thread...
I'm sure she tucked some prayers in there,
Though she really never said.
This card was created for the Dirty Dozen.. It was my favorite out of all 6 months worth of stamping. My grandma was a quilter and I have precious memories of her sitting at a treadle sewing machine sewing away.. She would pump with her foot and stitch with her hands. Great memories.. So this card is dedicated to her. She was always so proud of my sewing.
This image is from Mo's Digital Pencil and is called Mummu's Laundry