So, lately, I have been a big whiner about the fabrics in some charity quilts I was making. However, once they were put together they were not nearly as bad as I thought. On the other hand, the plaid fabric challenge is killing me. This is a guild sponsored challenge. Everyone who wanted to participate in the challenge had to bring in 1 yard of plaid fabric and 5 or 10 dollars (can’t remember). The top three winners will divide the money, everyone gets to vote for their favorites.
You have to use some of every single fabric in your quilt. That is the only rule. It can be any size or a runner. I see only one fabric repeated. But, holy cow, when you put them together they are a scary bunch of fabrics. The one-yard was divided up between everyone who was participating. The result was about a 6×8 inch piece of some of the ugliest fabrics. It may take a miracle.
I have somewhat of a potential idea of something, but I am scared that I will hate it and then not want to work on it. thoughts anyone?
I want a do-over on 2020. Besides the stuff happening in our society. The saddest thing I can ever recall happened. My daughter’s best friend called on Thursday afternoon, hysterically screaming. Once we got her to speak so we could understand, she told us that he just found her little brother hanging in the woods behind her house. I told her to call 911 and we were on our way. We flew there. Beat all the EMS and police. Haley was checking the house and I took off to the back of the woods.
There I saw beautiful sweet Savannah and her little brother holding up their other brother. The sheriff drove to the back near the woods, flew out of the car and I pointed to them. He ran up with his knife and cut him down. Paramedics arrived and carried him out of the woods and began trying to revive him. I asked my daughter to please not look. She says she did not. We hugged Savannah and her brother as hard as we could, while they worked to revive him. No one knows how long he had been there. We got to the house in less than 10 minutes, which is still too long.
They did get his heart started and flew him to Children’s, but he died a few hours later. My heart is broken for this family. I love sweet Savannah. No note, so outward signs, and a 14-year-old boy is gone. It is unimaginable.
I can not get the picture of Savannah and her little brother holding Gaven up out of my mind. It won’t leave me. It is a heartbreaking image that wakes me up multiple times at night.
Please, please hug your children, no one knows what tomorrow brings.
Say a prayer for the family.