It’s official. The Weekend Quilt? My Modern Retro? Finished at 12:20 on Sunday. Actually, by 12:20, I was done, fixed something on another quilt, chatted with Alex about lunch, and then realized that I hadn’t bothered to check what time I was finished. It wasn’t without some injury though.
Unfortunately for everyone, I forgot to put my memory card back into my camera, so all of my pictures this morning were saved on my camera, but who knows where that cable is? So the photo of me sewing my finger? Yeah, on the camera. Irretrievable. I know that you’re all terribly upset. It was gruesome. It was bloody. As I watched the blood dripping from my poor lifeless finger, I thought of that classic film Manon de Sources. . . was that the movie with the guy who sewed the ribbon onto his chest? Ugh.
Along with the bloody finger photos are some others that I snapped around the craft room. One of them? It’s similar to this picture that I recreated of my sewing kit. I was thinking about how the things that are around us are partially things we choose intentionally and purchase and partially things that we can’t let go of. And the things that we can’t let go of? Those are usually a good sign of your age. This Caboodle has been a part of my life for over two decades. I remember when Parrain and Aunt Sara gave it to me, it had a hair bow in it that was made of balloons. The hair bow got placed into my drawer in the kitchen – one of the few spaces in the house that was all mine. It melted to the bottom of the drawer. The Caboodle, though, has served so many functions over the years. For a while, it held hair ribbons and rubberbands and barrettes, then more makeup than any teenager needs, and for the past decade or so, it’s been my sewing kit. Every time I look at it, I get a smile on my face, and I think of Aunt Sara and Parrain, and I hope that at least one of the gifts that I’ve given my godchildren sticks around into their adulthood and makes them think of me and brings a smile to their face. (The bright plastic is also a nice contrast to the straw of Maw-Maw’s sewing kit in the background.)
And one final photo? I have to say, taking a picture of the quilt outside, in the rain, with everything piled under the carport – that didn’t work so well today. Hopefully, I’ll get a good picture of the quilt eventually. It’s not exactly as wonky and uneven as it looks here.