All is Safely Gathered In
When I was a young mother I moaned to MY mother about how I never got anything done. The laundry always piled up; sometimes as quickly I as I could move it from the dryer, fold it and put it in the drawers, it would be used, dirtied and find its way back to the blue plastic mesh basket in front of the washer. Meals were a never-ending story, the bathrooms always needed to be cleaned, the floor rarely seemed to be free of crumbs or sticky places. I began quilting because I wanted a something for my bed, however I soon saw the advantage of quilting.
It stayed done.
I didn’t have to resew a seam as it didn’t unpick itself in the night. The patches would still be there, done, when I was ready to assemble them into a quilt. And then somewhere this stitching and patching and quilting took a turn and became my art, my way of expressing creativity.
I think I moaned to mother for years and years. Then the children grew up, the bathrooms needed cleaning only once a week, then the children left. The dust and dirt of housework and I have made our peace with each other, leaving lots of room around my job as am adjunct college professor (English) to happily spend time cutting and sewing and creating quilts.
So, today, here is All Is Safely Gathered In, a quilt about sowing and harvesting. I began this three years ago, trying to work with an original block I’d drafted–simple in design but it carried a nice big punch with those new large-scale prints that we were all investigating.
When I was casting about for a name, I talked it over with my husband. How about something about harvest? he asked, and the phrase from a favorite hymn jumped right out at me. When I was that young overwhelmed mother, I could think of nothing more satisfying than walking around the house at night, the last child in bed, the open book fallen to the floor, the night-light casting its golden glow on the cheeks and hair of these children who kept me so busy during the day. I fell in love with them all over again, storing up these feelings of satisfaction every night against the onslaught of the day. And now, many many years later those children walk their houses at night, picking up the books, bending over to plant a kiss on their children’s soft cheeks.
I sowed children and stitches and tasks uncompleted and time and more time and I am now reaping grandchildren and quilts and houses that don’t get quite as dirty. While I’m not done, I feel like I have some sense of the law of the harvest. And it is immensely satisfying, I must say.
Many thanks to Amy for hosting the Bloggers Quilt Festival!