Some of the most superb ladies in town have invited me to join them at their weekly quilter's meeting. I feel both honored and humbled.
New to the States and a new bride with not much social outlet living in Miami, and completely self-taught, I made my first quilt in the seventies, entered it into a national magazine contest and won as finalist. I have never again attempted such a large quilting undertaking, but over the years, I've dabbled in a few baby quilts, some crazy quilt vests, pieced duvet covers, and more, including a class here and there. I would not, however, classify myself as an expert quilter by any stretch of the imagination and even calling myself a quilter is probably stretching it. So that is part of why I feel humbled by this group.
Yet, it's their sheer generosity of time and spirit that is really moving and humbling. They make quilts - yes, great big quilts with hours and hours of love stitched into them - for so many needy causes. For friends who have babies and grandbabies, for friends who have trials and tribulations and for sheer acquaintances who have sickness and sadness in their lives.
The evening progresses with laughter, sharing, caring, helping each other pin and piece, "show and share", talk about fabrics, quilting techniques and art styles. And get this...there are lashings of hot tea and warm Irish soda bread. Yum! It's such an honor to spend time with them.
