quilts and drafting tables, my youth carries onward

In my classroom I am likely to say "onward" when the present moment has taken us too far away from where I would like it to be. I say it often because I do let things flow at times to see where it will head. A technique that works much better than trying to control the class constantly.

So maybe onward is a bit like my lately favored term, "unfolding." And no matter which way you look at it my life it is moving on but still attached strongly to the past.

A grandma who quilted, a father who drafted, and a young boy who doodled. Two posts back, I showed a stained glass design for a friend and hinted that she did something huge. this is it...

She did not piece this thing together. I did. You see I was going to become a quilter (well I guess I did and I am one) and took a class. A quilt top was completed and all that was needed to quilt it, was purchased. I imagined designing my own quilts. Then I took a class in stained glass and maybe that was the wrong path or the right path... but it was the path I have taken (for now). The quilt top was put in a dresser drawer, the supplies in my studio closet. Than I told my friend, who is a quilter, about it. This most likely happened inside my church and if I remember I was chastised with no mercy. Probably not, but it felt that way. Eventually she got the top and the supplies... and spent quite a bit of time completing what now drapes over my couch.

so there are 99 pieces of glass on a piece of homosote waiting to be foiled and soldered, and then framed and delivered. 

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