So, I have some hand quilting progress. It is a great way to keep my hands busy and the mind sometimes. Quilting and sewing are my therapy. They are helping me deal with the loss of my sister. It gives me something else to think about. This fish may be my favorite so far. Although, the farting seahorse is a close second. It was my dear sister Kellie who dubbed it the farting seahorse. I may end up naming this quilt, the farting seahorse quilt, just for her.
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You can tell Kellie had a sense of humor, I mean, really a farting seahorse? Leave it tohHer. I searched high and low for a picture from my wedding, but could not find it. It would have made this story so very appropriate.
When I married my first husband, Jerry, all my sisters were in my wedding along with
my long time friend Kim. I chose a sensible dress that could be ordered from J.C. Penny. It was Jade in color. I will never forget waiting at the church and in walks my older sister, Karen. Kellie immediately broke out into song (Sesame Street). “One of these things is not like the other one, not like the other one, not like the other one.” Karen’s dress was a different dye lot. It was much darker than everyone elses. She was very upset. I was just laughing. Kellie proceeded to sing under her breath at the altar. I miss her sense of humor. I want to talk to her.
The other night for the first time in my life, I saw a shooting star. I wished for a dream about Kellie where I could talk to her. I am still waiting.
Love the ones you are with.