I stitched the name, my initials and the date.
I touched the acorn on the altar in my studio as I brought the quilt outside to take a picture.
“Creating out of chaos…” Jackie wrote to me, “you do it so well.”
It’s a selfish act really, it makes me feel good to put all those small, unwanted pieces of fabric to good use.
I find the act of sewing restorative, like the spider repairing her web. It seems even more of a need during this time of upheaval and uncertainty. When so many people are frightened and angry, while others can’t imagine why.
If all those disparate scraps of fabric can come together perhaps, in some ways, we can too. Like the acorn that grows into an Oak, something to nourish, something to believe in.
