A quilt often creates itself. That was my experience as I embarked on a quilt journey, road map in hand. I had fabric, a plan and found myself taking detours, purchasing miles of rick rack and scrounging bright orange buttons in varying sizes from all my crafty friends. The resulting quilt, reminds me of the childhood game often played indoors on a rainy day with large groups of children. All you need are willing people and a button. Here are the directions according to Wikipedia,
Button, Button, Who's Got the Button
The children all stand (or sit) in a circle with their hands out, palms together. One child, called the leader or 'it', takes a button and goes around the circle, putting their hands in everybody else's hands one by one. In one person's hands they drop the button, though they continue to put their hands in the others' so that no one knows where the button is except for the giver and receiver. The leader starts the other children guessing by saying, "Button, button, who's got the button?" before each child's guess. The child guessing replies with their choice, e.g. "Billy has the button!"
If you have the button, haven't been guessed yet, and it's your turn to guess, you choose someone else so that no one knows it's you.
Once the child with the button is finally guessed, that child is the one to distribute the button and start a new round.
Once the child with the button is finally guessed, that child is the one to distribute the button and start a new round.
You have three short days, as the baby quilt contest ends Sunday evening, March 18. The Quilting Gallery hosts a weekly online quilt show and contest and the theme this week is baby quilts. I entered the baby quilt I made for Willa Rose. So check out the website and vote.
I've been away....not gone, just away. For the past year I've focused on Bill and the cancer that ruled his body like a tyrant. Together we went through the diagnosis, lung cancer. Then we faced the surgeon's knife and the news that he had clean margins. Great news for us but someone forgot to tell his lymph nodes for they were harboring microscopic cancer cells. So the chemo began, icy cold cocktails poured into his vein through a port in his chest. The white blood cells played hide-n-seek, constantly disappearing and causing neutrapenia. Over a course of 5 months Bill had 14 treatments. Then we changed offices and ended up at the radiologist office where they zapped him 33 times! By then, what was left of my Bill was a mere shadow of the man who laid down on the surgeon's table in October. He walked out of the radiology center in August, ten months later, leaning on the support of his family, those who love him most. Now we don't think much about cancer. No, that's not quite true, we just choose not to think about it. Monday is the day however, that we have to think about it again. It is the day for the next CT scan. We wait.
