Monday, June 9, 2014

Monday Making, 6.9.14

A little making going on here, as we are feeling more and more settled. And we are on the official countdown to Baby G.! 9 days! Here are a couple of things I've been working on for him. Next is the crib quilt, which I'm starting today, so I'll have pictures for you throughout that process.  

These are the fabric pieces for the quilt. My job this afternoon is to cut them all down to 4" x 4" squares. I cheat and use an acrylic 4" x 4" inch ruler and a rotary cutter, so it really shouldn't take too long. Tomorrow I'll start sewing them all together. Thank goodness it's a crib quilt - finished size 52" x 28"!

And his banner is finished! I'll show you the entire piece after he gets here. I don't want to ruin the surprise of his official name until he's here and everyone knows. For now, all you get is G.!

 I'm also starting on another onesie. I've made this one before, but the thread color was too close to the onesie color and it didn't look so hot. So, I'll try again!

Not to put a downer spin on this post, but I'm going to leave you with some thoughts on grief. Family friends lost their young son last week and I know they have a long road of grieving ahead of them. So, if anyone reading this is having to deal with grief (which, it seems like every time we turn around lately, someone else is), these words are really good to hear (or read).

"Wounds of the spirit... are most gently soothed and made whole by the passing years. Under the old scars flows again the calm, healthful tide of life.... Under a great loss the heart impetuously cries that it can never be happy again, and perhaps in its desperation says that it wishes never to be comforted. But though angels do not fly down to open the grave and restore the lost, the days and months come as angels with healing in their wings. Under their touch aching regret passes into tender memory; into hands that were empty new joys are softly pressed; and the heart that was like the trees stripped of its leaves and beaten by winter's tempests is clothed again with the green of spring." ~George S. Merriam

I found this quote when I was searching for anything that would make sense of what I was feeling and what my kids were feeling after the loss of their dad. And, since 2 1/2 years have passed, I have to say that these words are true. So, I'm putting it out there hoping that someone else may get some comfort from it.

Have a great day!  Juli

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