The Engagement Quilt

So I started a quilt a few years back.  I wanted it to be dedicated to something and so my boyfriend was the lucky winner.  I had proposed another time, sort of unseriously, but at a moment when it felt right.  I wasn't going to give him a diamond ring so I thought that if I could pour my heart into something it would be a good substitute.  Well it turns out that he proposed to me with a ring before I could finish the damn thing but whatever, here goes.

Kind of a cheat sheet for the design.  The star block, including the yellow/brown/green strips surrounding, will be repeated 20 times and then the red/white/brown around the edge of the example here will be around the whole thing.

Kind of a cheat sheet for the design.  The star block, including the yellow/brown/green strips surrounding, will be repeated 20 times and then the red/white/brown around the edge of the example here will be around the whole thing.

Marian (mum!) took me shopping for fabric and encouraged me to go ahead with the pattern I chose even though it was not for beginners.  This lady is a pro and I knew with her help I'd be good to go.  So I got going, and with her help I was off running! Until I stopped.  I haven't been working on this thing for three years.  You know, things come up, things get put aside, blah blah.  But then this Christmas I was really inspired by my mom's quilts that she made for everybody and decided to dust it off.

Marian helped me figure out where I was at with everything, set me up at her sewing machine, and the next thing I knew, 8 hours had gone by and I was alone at the ironing board finishing up, as my parents had left for a dinner date.  The quilting process really sucked me right in.  The repetition and required attention to detail left no space for my mind to wander and become distracted by all of the things that are always distracting me.  It felt a bit like meditation the way it forced everything else out of view.  This is where it seemed appropriate to remind myself of my intention for this quilt, the same way I would with an intention set before the beginning of a yoga practice.  I held my love for my fiance and the good fortune of my life on the forefront of my mind, while every so often dodging a stray sewing needle being spit at me from the machine to keep things real (okay, that was only once, but it nearly took out my eye), while enjoying the warmth of my parents' company in the kitchen where I grew up.