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Monday, July 23, 2012

stitchin' sisters

My mother-in-law (hi Mom!!) has this really wonderful group of friends.  While their children were growing up, this group of moms all lived in the same community (for the most part) and experienced a lot together.  These women are pretty much sisters.  Every time I get together with Mr. F's family, he asks about cousins, grandparents, and how the families of these women are doing.  They even threw my bridal shower for me, welcoming me into this wonderful little family.

As the years have passed, these women have moved to different parts of the country but have kept in touch.  And every summer they reunite for quilt camp.  Now, some women might put something similar to this together and end up having a girls' weekend.  Not these ladies.  This is die-hard quilt camp.  They quilt for a week together, working on personal projects as well as preparing items for an annual service project.  I'm gonna be honest here, most of my desire to learn how to sew is so I can be cool enough to go to quilt camp one year.  They produce the most amazing quilts!  I always look forward to the "after" photos, where they display the fruits of their labors.  

Well, as if getting themselves and all their quilt gear to some remote location, quilting all week, a service project, and general tomfoolery weren't enough, they all bring gifts for each other.  Painstakingly selected gifts thought out for the entire year leading up to camp.  This year I was honored enough to do a piece for them.  I was seriously intimidated, knowing the calibre of their own work.  But I am so grateful for the opportunity I had to create for these women who have shown me such love as I entered their family.

I can't sew, but I can paint a quilt.  So here's a big thank you to those women who take care of our family while we're so far away and who have given us even larger family to be a part of.  You really do help us all keep our stitches straight.

1 comment:

  1. I too want to go to quilt camp. I don't think we will ever be invited. Let's start our own. You, me, Jenny, McKenna. Sounds like a party to me.