Close to
Nowhere
By Linda
Jones
Is that a U?
I’ve
been so proud of all my quilting “achievements”
that I guess it was time that I came back down to the
real world.
From being a
total non-quilter in September, 2004, I’ve gone to
lunatic quilter — with about 10 or so started and
twice that many floating around in my head (which can be
a dangerous place!).
My
“baby” brother, who went through a really nasty
divorce about 10 years ago, finally met the right person
and he and Diane married on Jan. 3, 2005. We were all
quite happy, as she is a great person and just fits right
in with our family. And we figure anyone that could put
up with Danny has got to be great — right?
There’s
not much you can buy two people who are combining
households as a wedding gift, so I decided —
naturally — to make them a quilt! Actually, a
wall-hanging.
It turned
out a bit bigger than anticipated. I’d planned on
one about the size of a poster — I ended up with one
about three times that size. I’m a great planner!
I had a
great deal of fun laying it out (naturally, I bought a
computer program to help lay out quilts — how did
pioneer women make quilts without computer programs?).
The quilt is
rectangular with greens and such (and a purple border
running through it) and the letters “D U K E”
(my maiden name) appliqued across. I’d already
appliqued the letters, hand-quilted around them and
machine quilted around the purple stripe.
Then, I
showed it off to my friend Jane.
The first
words out of her mouth were “Did you know the
“U” was backwards?”
Now, most of
my family at home had inspected the quilt already. In
fact, I’d forced them to look at it every time I
took another stitch almost. My poor son has had to look
at it around a million times already.
And no, not
a one of us had noticed that the “U” was
backwards.
Jane said
she was very sorry she’d noticed it (laughing all
the while) and surely no one else would if none of us
had.
I spent the
rest of Saturday night ripping out stitches, re-making a
‘right-sided’ U and re-appliqueing and
re-quilting and re-machine bordering the purple stripe.
•
Sunday morning I was such a proud grandmother. The
Binkster, my oldest granddaughter, decided at church
Sunday that she wanted to help our pastor serve
Communion.
He
graciously let her and, instead of one of the ladies
helping, Binkster helped with the tablecloth and held the
tray for him (the one with the juice!).
She was
solemn and thoughtful, not smiling or even sneaking looks
at me or her little sister.
When did she
start growing up?
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