And the quilts were not made.
The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.
The stocking weren't hung, the pantry was bare.
The poor weary Quilter, was tearing her hair.
Stacks of fat quarters, tipped over in streams.
Visions of Log Cabins, had turned into dreams.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.
They went straight to work with just a few mutters,
Sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.
The patterns emerged from all of the clutter,
Like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter.
Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese & Bear Tracks
Each quilt was a beauty-even the backs.
Her how it twinkled, her quilts how they glowed.
The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.
Their work was all done, so they folded their frames,
And packed up their needles, without giving their names.
They boarded the bus, and checked the next address.
More quilts to be made, another quilter in distress.
She heard one voice echo, as they drove out of sight,
Happy quilting to all and to all a good night!
I did get a little sewing in yesterday - both hand and machine.
Machine...... these scrappy log cabins emerged with some more in process.
Then while watching The Polar Express last night I made great progress on the baby heart quilt. I have ONE more heart block in purple to quilt and then I can make and add the binding....after fixing a few of the applique to tack it down good. I hear silk thread sometimes does that.. or maybe just me and too big of stitches in a few places.
Now.... where are those magical quilters to clean my house for me today? At least I'll have a nice smelling house.... I got a standing rib roast at Publix yesterday.. which will be dinner tonight. Yummy.