Yesterday, I made my way back to the quilt group that's part of the Lutheran church that's closest to my Lutheridge house. This group meets every Wednesday to work on quilts for Lutheran World Relief. They have a space that would be the envy of many--it's made of two portable type buildings, which means there are larger rooms and smaller and bathrooms. It means we can work without disrupting the preschool that occupies much of the church during the week days. It means we have plenty of storage for all the fabric that people donate. It means we have lots of tables set up in configurations that make it easy to assemble the quilts that are 60 by 80 inches.
When I first joined the group in the spring, they had lots of assembled quilts that needed knotting. I was happy to help. Yesterday, we had lots of material that needed to be assembled into quilt tops. I can do that too. Yesterday I used one of the sewing machines so that it would go faster.
It's the fanciest machine I've ever used. As with many fancy things (the computer, our new stove), it has all sorts of functions that I don't know exist, functions that I wouldn't use, even if I did know that they existed.
I chose fairly large panels in browns and autumnal colors that went together, and went to work sewing them together. I worry a bit about my ability to measure and cut, but I came close to the measurement requirements. If it's not quite square, we can fix that when we assemble it. With the exception of a few annoying moments in measuring and cutting, it was so, so, so satisfying to put together a quilt top in just over an hour.
I put it in the cabinet where we put quilt tops, and I admired the colors of another one. The leader of the group said, "You put the fabrics together for me, and I assembled it. Don't you remember?" I do not. I do remember several sessions where I spent a wonderful afternoon going through fabrics and putting them in bundles. I didn't realize that our leader was doing the next step.
She showed me another quilt top assembled with fabrics that I had sorted and put together more recently. I did remember that group. I was happy to see that the fabrics did match each other in ways that I envisioned.
I tend to assume that anybody could put fabrics together, even though I know it's not true. As with so many of my skills, I assume that everyone can do what I can do--and that they can do all the things I cannot, which means there's something wrong with me. It's good that I know this tendency of my brain, but annoying that it can take me some time to realize the dynamic at work.
It's great to work in fabrics that get stored somewhere else. It's great to work on projects that will head out into the world to do good: people use them as quilts, but also floor coverings and room dividers and protection of all sorts. It's great to make friends with women I might not get to know in any other setting (many of them don't go to the church that gives us space and time).
And I returned home with tomatoes! The quilt group leader brought the surplus from her garden, and I was happy to take them home with me. They are delicious in ways that make me remember the good gardens of my youth. And quilting with this group also makes me remember other good quilting groups, both the ones quilting for charity and the ones that had us working on our own quilts. What a blessing those groups have been for me, what nourishment.
No comments:
Post a Comment