Dream weaver......

Quilts. Wiki relates they mighta originated as far back as “Ancient Egypt”.. Being a C+ history student, I wasn’t sure wheninthehell that was, so I Googled, which led me back to Wiki, which told me as far back as 3100 BC. Dats a long time ago.

When I thinka quilts, I thinka grannies proudly sitting in the rocking chair, specs on, pieces of cloth about, hand-sowing a bright, vibrant quilt for a loved one, friend.. or for their own warmth.

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. A 6 inch by 6 inch piece of cloth ain’t nuttin. Strewn together with hundreds of other 6 by 6 pieces – it’s strength. Beauty. Fun 'work'. Giving. Laborious love.

Reviving. Hamilton MO. Smalltown America is, sadly, dwindling. Folks flock from quiet rural farms to hubba-hubba suburbia for employment and opportunities. Jenny Doan had other ideas and preferred to stay put. She turned her quilting hobby into a multi-million dollar business, and she’s “The most famous quilter in the world”. It’s literally woven the town back together as well, thus, the symbolism of quilt to the strengthening of fabric, life, people, teams, yada, yada. I love the words quilt/woven, the idea of small parts joining forces to become a strong unit.

My girlfriend’s daughter surprised her with a quilt. It’s really quite unique as it’s composed of actual T-shirts from her mom's 'yesterday'... Companies she's worked for, places she’d been, sayings, bands she’d heard, etc. It’s not only woven together for her mother’s warmth – it's woven with love, and it’s woven for a synopsis of her mom’s life. Pretty cool. Now what was all that talk about Millennials being selfish, entitled?

Lawn chairs are woven, quilted so to speak. New – proud, strong. Old? Sun-bleached, not quite as strong – and moments happen where one’s butt (larger than last remembered) purges thru the woven fabric – embarrassment happens….. but again, it’s kinda symbolic. Virtually everything ages, becomes frail – at least the lucky ones.

Life is a quilt. Friends, family, jobs, school(s), neighbors, vendors, customers, acquaintances, old folks, young folks, in-between folks, yada.

Facebook is, in a way, our own uniquely planned quilt. The T-shirts of our past. The laughter, the tears, the sharing, the compassion, the silliness, the camaraderie… all molded us into who we are.

Victor, you CAN NOT repeat a line you’ve already written. (Sorry).. Virtually everything ages (quilts, cars, buildings, bodies, brains, etc), becomes frail – at least the lucky ones. I wish you mesh happiness, love Victurd.