I have been hoping I'd discover a way to give a coupe of quilts to New Yorkers who lost their homes in Hurricane Sandy. Happily, yesterday an email from the Bayberry Guild told me that one of the members is driving to the city for Thanksgiving and will take quilts. She knows of a police headquarters that is collecting donations and will distribute them.
There are so many charities I would like to give money to but money isn't readily available for such things. However, I seem unable to stop making quilts and certainly don't need all that I have stashed on closet shelves and under beds. Some become bed size because I just can't stop making the squares -- like this strip pieced quilt I made last spring. It's on it's way as of this morning, along with another that was made last winter. Now there is a space under my bed where I was storing them in a zipped plastic bag that once had a purchased comforter in it. I make it known to family and friends that I would be a happy recipient of any such bags that may come into their homes. I have no reason to buy blankets and comforters and bed spreads since I always sleep under my quilts. I'm glad a couple of other people will soon have these quilts. It's a small drop in the empty pail of what they need, but it's something I can do.
This strip quilt was made using drier sheet as the foundation. This quick and easy method is always fun because I can choose exactly which piece comes next but will always be surprised when I put several together and see the patterns formed.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!