If this were the hot steamy days of July and August, I’d say we were in the dog days of summer, but what do I call the cold and snowy winter days of January?
Whenever I am out and about, all I hear from people is how they long for spring. I agree, but how often have we had spring in January? So, why fuss and fret over the weather? Like it or not, we have to grin and bear it, and keep on going forward.
Either that or buy a plane ticket and go someplace warm. To be safe, that might be out of the country, since most states in the union have had colder than normal temperatures. All of this seems to be causing a shortage of propane and possibly other fuels.
I am not ready to panic. There is very little that I can do about the temperatures or the snow; may as well enjoy each day as it comes.
A friend of mine said she is going to try starting some tulips in the house. She enjoys gardening in the summer and is missing not being able to get outside and dig in the dirt. I am not sure her experiment is going to work, but I admire her for trying.
For me, finding things to keep busy with helps the days go aster. Exercise is one that I began in earnest a year ago, and I find it not only helps me feel better physically, but also helps my thinking stay positive.
I recently finished a wedding quilt for a grandson and his bride, and so now it is time to turn to my next quilt project, for a granddaughter getting married in June. That one is a bit more of a challenge, as it will require me to do some things that I haven’t done in quite some time, and others that will be a first.
A few days ago I was apprehensive to even begin the project. Where to start? What fabric to cut first? The other day, I just began, starting with the material for the blocks. Since the pattern is for a wall hanging, and the end product will be a queen-size quilt, I am not sure of the exact number of blocks that will need to be made. Like anything else, I have to start somewhere. I decided that I can make modifications as I go along.
A year ago, my mind was filled with a multitude of quilt projects. Like most people who quilt, I tended to look at patterns in magazines and other sources, and get the urge to make them. Then I bought fabric that I thought would fit the pattern.
Over the past few months, I have come to the conclusion that I have more ideas and fabric than time to make them. So, my stash has grown, and my ideas and dreams are at a standstill. It might be time to consider a rummage sale, at least one for quilters.
Soon the ladies at my church will begin making mission quilts to share with those in need. We also should make a few to have on hand for fires or other emergencies. There is something satisfying about making quilts in the winter. I get pleasure in knowing they will warm those on the receiving end during the cold winter nights of winter.
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