I came home and my husband wasn’t feeling good (barking dogs and such) so spent the day in bed. I took it as a chance to take the day and finish the fourth of July quilt and then iron the star and moon. It turned out to have two stains but I’m going to have it quilted, in any case. It holds an odd place in my being
It was started twenty plus years ago, while my life was chaos. I was caring for my daughter who has disabilities, my bio mom and dad. I was working with a hostile boss in an education setting. My mom hated me and my daughter but still demanded our help all the time. I was depressed and passively suicidal. I prayed ever night not to wake up. The quilt was a creative outlet. I would sew and cry. When I finished it, I tossed it aside. A few weeks ago, I was sorting a box and found it. It needed three borders (packed with it), a bath and a good iron. It will go to the quilter Monday. Not my best work but it was my first design. And it shows the strength to survive. It deserves to be finished even if it will be just a utility quilt.
Joyful Healing, Dogs and Quilts 