I looked it up, and actually, it isn't. However, when it is, people tend to have problems with mechanical devices. Which I am. So I wondered. My camera is telling me that I have a memory disc error. I have no clue what that means, and hope my goose isn't cooked. I love my camera. Just before it quit on me, I managed to take a couple of pictures of two of my Christmas quilts. My plan was to give you a Christmas quilt or two each day until I run out of Christmas quilts to share. There is a story that goes with each quilt, and I want to share those with you too.
This quilt is called Christmas Cactus. I loved the fabrics, which I picked up in Wisconsin while visiting my sister Mary. There was a shop in the little town of Fitchburg, right near her house, that was adorable. I can't remember the name of the shop, but the owner was a nice lady named Wendy Apple. Any one out there know how Wendy is doing? I know that, sadly, the shop did go out of business and that it is sorely missed. I remember how helpful the staff was in helping me locate the particular polka dot background fabric I HAD to have to finish the quilt. They bent over backwards.
This quilt reminds me of the terrific visit I had with my sister and her lovely husband Doug. When I go out to Wisconsin, I always hit the local quilt shops (which are amazing), and picked up the pattern and most of the fabric to make the Christmas Cactus quilt on this particular visit. It was Thanksgiving, and my sister was hosting her first Thanksgiving dinner with her husband's relatives. Typically, this event was always held at another relative's home. Mary was nervous, not so much about the cooking, but about the decorating. The two of us went out shopping at Pier One and we came home with an entire set of dishes and table linens, plus a centerpiece decoration. We had so much fun making the house look nice.
The relatives arrived, and were so happy to have their holiday celebration be in a different place. You see, one family had tragically lost their 17 year old son that summer, and this was their first Thanksgiving without him. When you experience such a profound loss, I think it is common to want to break away from your usual traditions and in the hope that it will somewhat lessen the pain of missing your loved one at the holiday. Ergo, that's why everyone was coming to my sister's instead of the usual place. I recall that we lighted a memory candle for the young man, which burned throughout the meal and into the evening. We shared a prayer for him and some fond memories, but it wasn't a terribly maudlin affair at all. There were plenty of smiles around that table. After the meal, we gathered in the living room in front of the fireplace and played some sort of family game---I have no idea what it was, except that everyone was laughing, young and old alike. The house looked great, our tummies were full, and we were sharing the best sort of fellowship. It was one of the nicest Thanksgiving memories I have.
So that is the memory, now about the quilt.
As nice as the quilt is, I made a horrendous error, the kind of error we don't like to talk about. Sssssshhhhh. One of the blocks is turned around wrong and no one noticed it, not even the quilter. I had the quilt over the back of a chair and was admiring it from across the room when something struck me all wrong. Sure enough, there it was, a huge boo boo, standing out like a sore thumb. Now when I look at the quilt it is right where my eye goes.
I still love the quilt, despite its flaw. We all have them, right? And besides, it is the association I make with this quilt and my memories that make it so special. The hole in the pattern of the quilt design makes me think of the hole in the heart of that family that lost their son. Love goes on despite loss, and a quilt can provide warmth and beauty even when imperfect.
