Let the colors explode!
It is March and yes, the Hawaiian fabric quilt is so close to being finished that we can taste it. When that quilt was rolled in so much it was hard to get more than a few women sewing on it, we set up another one that Cathryn pieced and some of the women worked on that getting it tied. It is lovely with just enough different fabrics to make it interesting and yet those vintage squares are bordered with white so it gives one a sense of light. We just about got that finished when Sally brought in squares for a quilt she is piecing. She wanted our opinions (brave woman!) and to lay it out. So we put a sheet on top of Cathryn’s quilt and began to play with the squares. Lots of laughter and pointing and rearranging and total agreement that it was going to be a beautiful one when finished. I am sure Sally’s skills as an artist help her select colors and fabrics pleasing to every eye.
So here we are in March and moving right along with the quilts. The weather still prevents a few of our regular quilters from joining us. Just too much snow and ice out in the parking lot and on the trail to the old school house. But the snow is slowly turning to mud and the sun coming through the school house windows reassures us spring is on the way. That helps but then with thoughts of spring come thoughts of summer and what that means. One of the old buildings here needs to be re-roofed. The grounds at the Historical Village need to be maintained which requires hiring someone. Lynda starts making lists of all that needs to happen before the summer season starts. Each item requires volunteer efforts or hiring professionals. Our Christmas bazaar went well and we will have another sale over Rendezvous weekend (April 28-29) and then one in May. It requires selling quite a number of used books and lovely handmade potholders to pay for a roof or to have the restrooms serviced. Perhaps one of these lovely quilts will sell.
There are days when it is hard to put this in perspective. Politicians, billionaires, and Congress talking about millions there and more millions over there. Here in the Tobacco Valley I think of families who struggle to pay utility bills, individuals who don’t have gas money to drive to the doctor’s, men sitting home out of work. The Historical Village is in a county that certainly has its share of hardships. But there are these women making quilts to sell, piecing lovely fabric, making lists for summer chores.