Today I am grateful for knees. This is a "you don't appreciate something until you've lost it" type of gratefulness. I hadn't used my spinning wheel for some months until yesterday. I finally had a whole day to just do what I wanted. So spinning was on the agenda. I sat down with some of the dyed and carded 30-year old-wool and went into that peaceful bliss that spinning gives me. A couple hours later, lunch called. I know better than to spin without taking a break, but I was having too much fun. This morning I woke up with a very stiff knee. My wheel has double treadles, but only one knee was stiff - very stiff and a little sore. Walking was difficult. Fortunately, the only cure for that is more spinning, this time with rest breaks - and some ibuprofen.
Now for the final installment of the silk quilt story. My mother and my mother-in-law had finished the quilt and decided that the only appropriate thing to do was to give it to my daughter when she married. She was the first grandchild for both of them. So several years later when she had found her forever companion, it was time for the silk quilt to go to it's final home.
Quilts were a traditional gift for close family members, so my daughter expected some kind of quilt from the grandmothers; but she was amazed when she received a king-sized sampler quilt made of silk. It was beautiful. It was big. We hung it up and used it as part of the decorations at the reception. She received instructions on how to care for it and faithfully follows them.
The grandmothers were now experts at piecing quilt blocks and didn't want to stop their collaboration. They decided that together they would make a wedding quilt for each of my four children. They made them ahead of time, just in case anything happened to either one of them. This was a fortunate idea. They were both able to come to the next wedding, but they were getting older. The third quilt was presented to the happy couple without them. The fourth child has not married yet, but he was presented with his quilt when he bought his first home so he could thank his grandmothers properly while they were still with us. Shortly after, one of them passed away. But they will always be remembered by their quilts.
Now for the final installment of the silk quilt story. My mother and my mother-in-law had finished the quilt and decided that the only appropriate thing to do was to give it to my daughter when she married. She was the first grandchild for both of them. So several years later when she had found her forever companion, it was time for the silk quilt to go to it's final home.
Quilts were a traditional gift for close family members, so my daughter expected some kind of quilt from the grandmothers; but she was amazed when she received a king-sized sampler quilt made of silk. It was beautiful. It was big. We hung it up and used it as part of the decorations at the reception. She received instructions on how to care for it and faithfully follows them.
The grandmothers were now experts at piecing quilt blocks and didn't want to stop their collaboration. They decided that together they would make a wedding quilt for each of my four children. They made them ahead of time, just in case anything happened to either one of them. This was a fortunate idea. They were both able to come to the next wedding, but they were getting older. The third quilt was presented to the happy couple without them. The fourth child has not married yet, but he was presented with his quilt when he bought his first home so he could thank his grandmothers properly while they were still with us. Shortly after, one of them passed away. But they will always be remembered by their quilts.
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