Sometimes it’s a colour that catches the attention. Sometimes it’s a fabric print. Other times it is a technique that just begs to be tried. Once in awhile it is a convergence of them all. Such a convergence happened when I happened upon the fabric palette used in this project. I always wanted to sew a jelly roll race quilt. Jelly rolls are pre-cut strips of fabric 2 1/2″ wide and WOF (width of fabric 42-44″) There is usually 40 strips in a roll. A race is joining all the pieces together end to end. Next fold the the long strip in half, right sides together and sew along one edge. Cut at the fold, press open. Fold in half, right sides together and repeat. This is the finished project.
I had been keeping my eye open for the perfect fabric. Almost perfect, the polka dots don’t quite fit, but I love the rest. I’ve decided to name it “Raindrops on Glass.”
This quilt is for my husband’s sister in-law who recently underwent surgery for ovarian cancer. I really like the way the border and the back co-ordinated with the top. I quilted it with a varigated thread that has all similar colours in wavy contoured lines.
1 Corinthians 9:24 Do you not know that in a race the runners all compete, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win it.
The Mystery Quilt is quilted, bound, washed and in the dryer on a very low setting. Tomorrow night it will be one of the silent auctions at a fundraiser for youth. The binding was hand stitched on this morning as I watched the Canada – USA men’s semi-final hockey game at the Sochi Olympics. Our boys dominated. It was a good game, worthy of being a final game for gold. Our women won gold in hockey against the USA yesterday. A nail biter, we were trailing 2-0 with four minutes left in the third. They tied it up with less than a minute to go, and scored a beauty to win in overtime.
A seminary classmate recently became a Canadian citizen. We exchanged comments on facebook the day of his swearing in. He said he felt conflicted over which country to cheer for since he now has dual citizenship. It got me to thinking about loyalty and what binds us. He has been an American all his life. We graduated from seminary at the same time. He had married while he was studying and recently he and his wife were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Are relationships the glue, the possibilities provided through education opportunities, the ability to build a good life, freedom to make choices, love? What is it that forms and shapes our loyalty and love for country. Is it nostalgia, because this is the place of first breaths and discovery of the world’s wonder, the taste of fresh wild strawberries, the sound of the robin’s praise from the top of the maple tree bright with spring green leaves? Is it learning the national anthem through a daily repetition with classmates, to swim in clean, cool waters, to fall asleep to rain’s gurgle and drip on the roof? What is it that spawns patriotism?
Proverbs personifies loyalty and faithfulness. There appears to be some chance that they are fickle, able to forsake. Somehow we are to bind them to ourselves, absorb them into our being and live them for life abundant.
In life’s marvelous quirks and twists, I flip over the corner of the quilt for its portrait and I am reminded of maple leaves. “God keep our land.”
Proverbs 3:3 Do not let loyalty and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.