Many years ago, my sister in law gave me sign to hang in my quilt room. It reads, 'When life gives you scraps, make quilts'. Since then, as life has moved on for me, and my quilting time has diminished, I don't get to make as many physical quilts as I used to. Someday I hope to again, but in the meantime, I try to remember to make 'quilts' anyway.
I've always viewed a quilt as a sincere representation of love. Precious time, energy, talents, passion, inspiration, whimsy, hours of thoughts, and personal sacrifice are all wrapped up in a cozy package for someone I love. I hope when they wrap up in it, or tuck it in on their bed, they know how much of me is right there with them.
So when life is giving me scraps - in the form of high stress situations, or downright injustice - I hope I can carefully take those pieces, analyze their pattern and color, and work out a plan. Hopefully, with time and inspiration, I can build something unique and beautiful to carry with me and eventually share with the ones I love. This can be another part of me, of who I am becoming.
The sewing becomes as sweet as the wrapping in.
Writing for children is a passion - along with reading kid's books, writing plays for kids, and teaching kids how to write!