I want to introduce you to our guest blogger this week, my very dear friend, Tari G. I owe her so much for her undying friendship over the years. I am especially indebted to Tari because she introduced me to the wonderful world of quilting. A quilter for more than three decades, she has long known great joy and sense of fulfillment that comes from making quilts and, most importantly, from the large and ever-growing quilting community. With her encouragement, I began to quilt nearly fifteen years ago. I can report that quilting has profoundly influenced the trajectory of my life. I have found joy, fulfillment, and, most importantly, lifelong friendships through quilting. I will forever be in Tari's debt.
I am a quilter. Not a “seamstress” or a “sewist” or a “tailor”. Not a “crafty person”. I make quilt tops—and then send them to be made whole by a wonderful friend. When done, she sends them to my sister. Debbie sews the binding on by machine and then hands them off to my mom (87 and still able to make invisible stitches!) who sews them down to the back of the quilt. Then it gets shipped back to me—FINISHED!!!! I love this process!! And apparently so do the others, as no one has threatened to stop doing the parts I don’t like to do. In the process, the quilt goes from Georgia to South Carolina to Washington State and back to me in Georgia.
These past few months have been a bit different—I am now mailing my quilts to my long arm quilter. And Mom has gone to live in a retirement community, quarantined for their own safety. My sister leaves the quilts at the front desk and picks them up several days later without giving Mom a hug. But I still get the quilts back with the joy of a four-year-old at Christmas. And I keep quilting—because that’s what I do.
In the midst of the craziness right now, I try to remember that quilters are quilters. Yes, it would be great if we could have lunch with our buddies after a morning of community quilting. It would be fabulous if we could go on bus trips and squish into convention centers and queue up to fondle the same fabrics and books that a hundred folks have fondled before us. An in-person class with laughter and goofy looks would be terrific (sans masks). But I’ve got a closet full of fabric and Terry and her crew are VERY willing to add to my collection so I’ll just go grab a glass of lemonade and my rotary cutter and be satisfied that I can say “I am a quilter!” .... Tari G.