Good things happen under quilts. (get your mind out of the gutter please, this is a family blog 🙂
I mean things like dreaming, and imagining.
.. things like comfort and warmth, and the knowledge that oatmeal is on it’s way.
When I was a little girl, staying over with my great-grandmother, my Momo, my cousin Alison and I had this game we’d play under the cover of Momo’s quilts. We’d lie on our backs in the bed, and extend our legs up, straight as we could, and then pretend that the sunlight coming through the colored patches was really streaming though stained glass. Sometimes the glass was in a castle, and we were trapped princesses. Sometimes we were in some gothic cathedral, living out our days as sisters of the cloth (think Hayley Mills in The Trouble With Angels). We’d whisper and giggle and hear no end of “SSSSSH! You girls’d better hush now!”
So, it’s kinda natural I guess, considering this family’s deep love of quilty bits, that we’d piece together our Valentine sentiments.
My boys have been busy, choosing fabrics, stitching patches, crocheting chains and cutting out paper hearts.
They are making wee quilts for their loved ones. They are meant for keeping bread warm on the dinner tables of our favorite folks, but we’re pretty sure, as with all quilts, that they will come in handy for all sorts of imaginative ventures.
As for the mama, just watching my little men take up a craft that plays such a treasured part in my own childhood is a love note all it’s own.