Scrappy Friendship Quilt
My Scrappy Friendship Quilt has another story to tell. Several months ago I sat at a table with some of my best friends, all quilters. We were laughing and talking as usual, and then the feeling came that I should share a burden I was carrying. Being vulnerable is scary, even with people we love and trust, but I did it anyway.
My friends were amazing. They accepted my story with compassion and kindness.
This quilt is made with scraps from all these friends. I shared how we made it here, and I am increasingly grateful that we did it. Shared burdens mean more reasons to treasure it.
I quilted my scrappy friendship quilt with straight lines spaced one inch apart. When I found this colorful corduroy print I decided to try using it on the back. I’m curious to see how it wears, and if I like the texture over time. Right now I love it.
Now for a word about my quilt holder. My second son has long been the guy who holds most of my quilts when I photograph them. He’s quick to help, doesn’t complain, has strong arms and always makes me laugh.
He also left on a two year mission at the end of October. One of the last things I did before we drove away to drop him off was to hand him this quilt for a photo. I needed one more quilt that he’d held for me before he left. When I handed it to him he laughed, and a tear slipped down his face. My husband took these pictures of him with the quilt, my quilt, made from scraps of my dear friends and sewn by all our hands.
I treasure these photos like I treasure my scrappy friendship quilt. And I miss my boy but I’m so glad he’s growing up and willing to spend two years serving others and the Lord. Oh the stories our quilts have to tell!