2016 Quilt

I kept a big secret this year, a quilt I have been working on since January. I took part in a “Block of the Month” opportunity in my neighborhood quilt group. Each month, we learned techniques to make a new square. I decided to sew two of each and make a quilt for Paige. I learned a lot, and it was a big challenge. Every month when I would complete my squares, I wished I could share them with you. I would hide the fabrics and all evidence of my project whenever Paige would visit. I finished the quilt in time to give it to her for Christmas. Here is how it turned out:

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It is a twin size quilt, cheery and bright. I chose each fabric with Paige’s tastes in mind, although my penchant for red might have won out just a little. There are several 1930’s fabric reproductions mixed with some more modern prints. My friend Kaye did the machine quilting. Sarah took a picture of me at the family cabin when I was binding it. My sister Susan joined me in my final efforts.

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I have learned that no one has time to quilt. If it makes you happy, you must make time to do it. I have learned a lot from the neighborhood quilting ladies, not just about sewing, but about life, generosity, and work. It was a good year.

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Summer quilt project

I finished the binding on this quilt last night, making it a strictly July project. The women in my family hand-stitched the flower squares at our family reunion and I put them together in a quilt. Truly, it was a collaborative effort. I asked the ladies to bring small scraps of fabric and we combined them to make this very happy result. My friend Kaye machine quilted it. I love that the squares show our individual personalities, but also how harmoniously they come together. Almost every petal in our flowers is a different fabric, and combining our collections made so many more possibilities. What a perfect metaphor for family relationships.

We sat together to sew these over a couple of days when our kids were asleep, etc. English paper piecing became an obsession. To make the hexagon flowers, you wrap fabric around paper hexagons, and sew the edges together. “Must. make.more.hexies.” I heard again and again, in automaton voices. We also solved the world’s problems as we sat and talked while wielding needles and thread. Quilting might possibly be the solution to everything, or at least it is a worthy distraction with a beautiful result.

Family update

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    Richard is a busy Scoutmaster. One night he took Mark with his Scout troop to tour the State Capitol.
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Mark is in his last weeks as a Bear in Cub Scouts.
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Richard is doing an amazing job working with these boys. Recently, all of the deacons completed their requirements for Duty to God. The incentive? Doughnuts.
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Timothy participated in the school district band concert, the only trombone player from his band to be selected.
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Our tree erupted into masses of blossoms, its boughs weighed down in heroic efforts to be lovely. Seriously, we have never seen such blossoms on our magnificent tree.
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We watched our nephew for a couple of weeks and we resurrected the toys and board books from storage to entertain him.
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Mark is our only baseball player this season, and from now on. If the pitch is good you can count on him to get a hit.
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This is the ONLY quilting I have had time to do in a month, but this English Paper piecing project was mostly done by hand, while watching Fixer Upper on Netflix.
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Paige moved out of the dorms and into a little apartment on University Avenue owned by my parents. She is attending school this summer. Over the past few weeks we learned that she received a full scholarship and was accepted into two art programs. She declared her major to be Illustration. Sorry, Paige if I have this project oriented the wrong way. I love it in any direction.
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This is an old picture, but Daniel is elusive. Busy with a new job as a clerk at Geneva Rock, playing piano, and studying for an AP test, he has many interesting conversations with friends about Prom coming up in a few weeks.
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Photo by Janine Clarke. When I looked at this picture of our Relief Society choir, the first thought was, a stranger would never guess that the little woman with the messy ponytail on the back row is serving as the Relief Society president. I don’t look presidential. I am young. When I sang in this choir I trembled and thought I was going to fall over from fright. See how weak I am? My calling is hard. I hear sad things and the hardest thing is that I want to run to people all the time, but I can’t and shouldn’t. I am not the solution to anybody’s problems, but I do think I can point them to the real solutions in Christ. I do this with hugs, meals, visits, notes, teaching, and prayer. So much of what I do is on my own, but my counselors and secretary are the very best and hold me up in countless ways, whether it’s encouraging words, powdered sugar late at night, driving, taking over when I am too busy with family emergencies, and teaching me. They also make me laugh. I didn’t know them when I asked for them to be in my presidency, but my Father in Heaven knew I needed them.

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My Grandmother’s Obituary

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Photo by Rachel Gee. We attended Richard’s dad’s 80th birthday party in St George. Good times.

Relief Society message

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I give a 5-minute message at the beginning of our weekday Relief Society activity which happens 9-10 times a year.. This is the message I shared last night at our service activity. We had sisters ages 8 and older there, preparing fleece blankets, cards, framed gospel art, and necklaces for people in El Salvador. I told someone I would post my message because she wasn’t able to be there. I stumbled a little as I spoke, trying to remember what I prepared to say without reading from my notes. This is the more complete version of what I hoped to say.

When I was about 10-years-old, I was invited to participate with the Relief Society in a quilting activity. I came by myself because my mom wasn’t able to attend. I walked to the church and sat down next to my white-haired neighbor. The sisters showed me how to thread the needle and begin the stitches on the quilt that rested before us in the frame. My stitches weren’t tiny like the others, but I remember the women were so kind to me and said I was doing a good job. I ran home at dinnertime and told my mom I wanted to go back and spend some more time quilting.

Why do I remember this experience? I have an idea, but first I want to develop it with another story.

Just before Jesus went to Jerusalem for the last time, he was in Bethany, in the home of Simon the leper and a woman having an alabaster box of precious, expensive oil came and anointed Jesus’ head. (Mark 14) Some thought it a “waste” of precious money. Jesus said, “Let her alone; why trouble ye her? She hath wrought a good work on me…She hath done what she could: she is come aforehand to anoint my body to the burying.” In other words, he taught that her generous act showed that she understood that he was the Christ (The Anointed One).

Jesus also said, “Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached throughout the whole world, this also that she hath done shall be spoken of her for a memorial of her.” In the Gospel of Mark, the woman is not named, but her action is. Through her act, she testified of Christ.

Going back to my experience as a 10-year-old girl, quilting with the Relief Society sisters, perhaps I remember this experience because this was my first glimpse into what Relief Society really is: more than a club, more than a class, more than a place to go. It is the Lord’s organization for women of covenant, where women again and again do as the unnamed woman disciple: we do what we can to show that Jesus is the Christ. I couldn’t have put it into these words when I was ten, but I felt something special was going on with these sisters.

Beyond quilts and casseroles, we are true disciples when are patient with weaknesses in others and in ourselves, giving the benefit of the doubt. We do what we can and allow the Lord to make up the difference. Relief Society is one way the Lord helps us keep our baptismal covenant to always remember him and keep his commandments to serve others. I hope you remember that as you serve. You are a woman or young woman of covenant.

Show and Tell

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We’ve given our hearts to many projects this week. Mark and Richard spent every evening and all day one day working on a pinewood derby car. I once went to a fireside by Noelle Picus-Pace where she talked about coming in 4th place a the Olympics and how you almost want any place but 4th. That’s the situation that Richard and Mark faced last night. Mark didn’t understand how the race was decided, and knowing that he had won all of his races, he thought he had won first place. We tried to explain that it was all about time, but in his mind, he was going to win the grand prize. He was brave, but I watched his heart break when his name wasn’t read. I watched his heart break over and over as he tried to understand what had happened. I know it’s good for kids to learn to cope with disappointment, but it hurts to watch it.

On a lighter note, Timothy played some great baseball this week and he and a partner made a model of an atom. I have never seen students take the electron cloud so literally, but I like it.

And I made quilt squares. I haven’t perfected the art of sewing a “scant” 1/4 inch seam, so 7 of my 9 squares are too small. Surprisingly, I am not too flummoxed about this. I am leaning toward just starting over rather than reworking seven more squares. It’s a good project for me, because the seams are just a few inches and I can step away and come back. Instead of long stretches of time, I have many 15-minute intervals of time in my days. I have a sewing room, so I can walk in and out of my project without having to clean up.

The project room for the rest of the family is the kitchen, and it’s a big mess. Someday I will miss the projects strewn all over the hearth, island, table, and computer desk, but today I am just getting up the courage to face it.

Fish quilt

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I am quilting again. I made the pink fish for this quilt that we made for a new baby in our ward. It was my first paper piecing project and I enjoyed it more than I can say, especially when I saw that my square could be used in the quilt. I once made a quilt block for a group project in school and it was rejected for use in the final quilt. The teacher used my square to teach the class “how not to make a quilt square.” I wish I still had it. I would probably frame it, a symbol of how far I have come since then.

“Some people aren’t meant to be quilters,” I remember my teacher saying to the whole class as she held it up. Ha!

Baby Quilts Finished

DSC_0480-001I finished the two baby quilts I was working on this month. They are for a newborn and his big brother (age 1) who live in my neighborhood.

They are so soft and fuzzy on the back. Life just gets better when you touch that minky fabric. And look! My friend machine quilted them in a sock monkey pattern to make us smile.

DSC_0473 DSC_0474I love that they are similar but each has a unique personality. The brighter one with the yellow back is my favorite.