Friday, November 15, 2013
Putting Something Back Together Again
Our picnic blanket is a quilt that I gave my grandmother for Christmas a long time ago. Thirteen years ago, it came back to me. It had been a department store purchase, nothing extra special on the shelf. Just something sweet I thought she might enjoy. But it did become very special.
Not made particularly well, it had started coming apart at the seams. A small gap here, a small gap there. And those grew. And more holes appeared. By the time I brought it from the car to the house to do "something" with it (no idea what that would end up being), it was in terrible shape.
On a warm summer night, while everyone slept, I sat down with this old quilt. And I just started mending. No plan. Just a needle, thread, scissors, and pins. I started with one small, easy hole. And then I sewed the other open seams on that star. I touched the fabric and noticed the colors and prints. I found the next easiest star. And I sewed it back together, one seam at a time. I got to know the construction of the blanket. I sewed until I felt tired, and I went to bed.
And over time, this blanket started to come back together.
By the end, I was left with two stars right in the center that were in shreds. And I thought, "There is no way I can mend something like this." But, I started anyway. What did I really have to lose? I sewed up one seam. And then one more. And then one more. And I stopped thinking about what I couldn't mend. I just thought about the stitch I was making.
This blanket is whole again. And, to my mind, it is more beautiful than it was before.