I have been working on the same quilt for about five years now.
Planning, positioning, thinking, rearranging, cutting, stitching...
Seriously.
And no, I'm not ashamed to say so. The color selection, careful piecing of shapes, and only working on it when I am really inspired to do so have resulted in my spending a few minutes here, a few minutes there... and here we are, five years later, and it is still becoming.
And so, hand-stitch after tedious hand-stitch is is becoming...
Well, other than the very personal meaning behind the quilt, the family connection, and the fact that I want every single stitch on it to be done by hand, this quilt is the only tactile communication I will likely have with my great-grandchildren. Assuming I will not grow old enough to meet them, the only "hug" I can give them, is by wrapping them in a quilt that has passed through my hands, my children's' hands, and eventually to theirs. It won't hang on a wall - it will be used on beds... when we're sick, when we're well, when we're happy, when we're sad. It won't hang in a museum or win a contest, it will just be "that special quilt" in our homes. Perhaps, for generations to come.
And that is more than enough.
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