A quilter often cuts perfectly good pieces of fabric into smaller pieces, and then sews them back together to make something beautiful and useful, snuggly and warm. The best quilters can take scraps and align them just right to make something even more special. It’s those crazy quilts that your grandmother had on her bed – pieces of your mother’s first dress. Part of the curtains that hung in her parents’ living room. Your grandfather’s favorite plaid flannel shirt.
Most quilters add a label to identify their work. Quilts are not disposable. They will be around longer than most quilters will remember making them. A label is useful.
It should not come as a surprise that my group of quilting friends would come to me in a time of need and sew my pieces of life back together into something beautiful. I am humbled and grateful and so incredibly blessed to be surrounded by such a wonderful, talented, caring and generous group of quilters, and that I can call them friends.
This week, my Andi girl had a big surgery, during which the vet performed four different procedures, and none of which were out of the ordinary. But Andi is a rare case and was a high-risk for developing pneumonia during recovery. We needed to watch out for her, and I’m all she has. Or so I thought.
Her village of quilters stepped in to help. I am humbled to share these acts of kindness with you:
One quilter babysat for Andi while I had to work. It was pre-surgery and we were trying to avoid a breakdown which would inevitably lead to respiratory distress and an even higher risk for problems while intubated. That same friend sent her home to me with puppy meatloaf to eat during recovery. She paid $150 toward her vet bill so I could afford her dewclaw removal and a microchip.
Another quilter friend paid $100 toward her bill, which paid for the anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, tooth extraction and allowed me to buy a new filter for her humidifier. She spent the day with me today and bought me lunch. Company was something I really needed after my lonely and long first two nights in uncharted territory.
Today a third quilter friend showed up with two overflowing totes filled with organic, healthy groceries from Trader Joe’s. I have been stranded and couldn’t get to the store. Tonight I had a very healthy and tasty salad for dinner. Sure beat the Pizza Hut I had last night!!! I am beyond overwhelmed by the kindness in this delivery and so glad I don’t have to go hungry tonight!
As I type this, my little love is sleeping under my feet. As I watch her belly slowly and steadily rise and fall again, her breath sounds remain silent with no congestion. I can’t help but feel the threads of my friends pulling tightly around me, closing up any gaps in my seams. What I see and feel around me is beautiful. These acts of kindness have been extremely useful in my life. I don’t know how I would have done it on my own. I would not have been able to do it on my own.
The label I’d like to place on this work-in-progress would say something to this effect:
“The Language of Friendship is not Words, but Meanings.” – Thoreau
Made with love from the kindness and generosity of many friends. – Tamra, Crystal & Sarah