Quilting Poem

I read this article the other day in The Country Register of Colorado and thought that many of you quilters(along with me) could relate to it. :)

Quilting

by Marlyn Hasart

About forty years ago

I was bitten by a bug.

I wasn't sick or feverish

Or drinking from a jug.

With paper and pencils, cloth and scissors

My "Artistic Juices" began to flow.

Cut and measure, snip and sew, rip and tear

This pile did grow.

Squares and sashing from fabric so smooth,

My feverish brow, it began to sooth.

Right sides together, seams to meet,

Sit and sew, press seams so neat.

Lay the block on the bed

All these ideas in my head.

Move blocks again till they seam right,

Alleluia, What a pleasing sight.

Back to the machine, I just had to buy,

And sew and sew-My how time flies.

Where's my dinner, my hubby did cry.

What are you doing? Up the stairs I did fly.

I'm making a "quilt" for our bed so warm

It will keep us cozy through the night's storm!

And now the years have so quickly passed,

The piles of quilts have grown so fast.

So now I give them to family and friends

And hope this bug lasts till my stash ends. 

Now I don't know about you quilter's, but I can soooooooooooooooooo relate to this poem. The stash just keeps growing and growing. :)

Have a great week!

Colleen :)

 MOTHER’S DAY POEM
 

I want to wish all of you Mothers out there a wonderful Mother's Day! Here is a poem for all of you mothers.  Have a fun and enjoyable day!!

 

 

 

Mothers’ arms were made for holding,

Made for folding snug and tight,

Little forms so soft and helpless,

Nestled there to say goodnight.

 

Mothers’ hands were made for stroking,

made for soothing childish woes;

Balm of wondrous magic healing

Through each gentle finger flows.

 

Mother’s lips were made for kissing,

 Made for drowning childish fears’

Smiles and kisses both together

Stop the flow of bitter tears

 

Mothers’ hearts were made for loving,

Made for love no others know,

God in Heaven! Bless and keep it

Ever pure as whites snow.

                                                                                ______Cora Lindsey Field

I have been pretty busy this week with volunteering at the hospital so I haven't been able to do too much sewing. I am working on an order for some of my Nook bags for the Nook Simple Touch. I have been fortunate enough to be asked to make these for a few schools for the little kiddos to use to put their Nooks in that they get at the libraries. They seem to work for them. :)

So since I haven't been able to work on a tutorial or anything I decided to share this poem with you. I can relate to this. How many of you can? Do you find yourself doing the same thing? Maybe not to the extremes as this, but I do have trouble at times of "breaking" away from this computer. :)

CLEANING POEM

I asked the Lord to tell me

Why my house is such a mess.

       He asked if I’d been “computering

     And I had to answer “yes”.

 

He told me to get off my fanny

  And tidy up the house.

        And so I started cleaning up…

        The smudges off my mouse.

 

 

 I wiped and shined the topside.

     That really did the trick…

       I was just admiring my work.

       I didn’t mean to “click.”

But click, I did, and oops I found

A real absorbing site,

That I got so way into it,

I was into it all night.

Nothing’s changed except my mouse

It’s very, very shiny.

I guess my house will stay a mess….

While I sit here on my hiney.

                                                                                                                                          From the Country Register

 

 

I thought this was cute. Thanks for stopping by and have a great week!