I am apparently one of those people that just drifts through life, doing little kindnesses that just seem to be the right thing to do. I get upset with stupidity, then dismiss it. I champion underdogs and smile at all children.
I am now going to be a cancer patient for the rest of my life but somehow...that doesn't matter.
I was gifted with the most beautiful thing I have ever owned in my life.
A quilt pieced together by a coworker that I hardly work with at the fabric store. She is a wonderful older lady, smaller than I am but has a minor talent as a quilter. She said she just liked the Asian fabrics and decided to collect them to put together in a quilt.
Judging from the reactions of a couple of coworkers, I think she planned this ahead.
I don't have time to upload the photos now but will do that before the end of the weekend. (I put them in my flikr account if you want to see. under pmvanova)
When she looked at me and said I was taking it home, I started crying. Every block is a fabric that is gorgeous and when she brought it in to ask advice on a back I was just ooh and aahing about it. But then so was everyone else.
Then she brought it in last night for a 'show and tell' after it came back from the quilters and dropped the hint on me. She said most of the quilts she makes eventually find their way to the right person and I was the right person for this one.
I've been crying at little things a lot lately, though I don't consider this little, I was surprised at how emotional I got.
We were crazy busy due to it being so close to Halloween..
Really have to go now or I miss out on breakfast before work.
One thing that just went through my head, the old song from Elton John, "Rocket Man" has the line... 'Zero hour, 9 am..' that's the time I have to check in for surgery on Nov 8.
Bizarre.
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