an easter story...

Our Heavenly Father indeed works in beautifully amazing ways. I have a little Easter story for you. If you have been following us for long, you likely know of the building project I've been spearheading for my parents to move to Cleveland from their home in Canton to help us look after Sarah and allow all of us to be available for them. For forty seven years they lived in the same home. My mom had the inside decorated just like she wanted and my father took immaculate care of the outside. He along with a little help from my sons, built a stunning sunroom with a surrounding garden that was the talk of the neighborhood. I knew asking them to give that up was going to be hard.

But even harder, was going to be leaving their church family. For more than fifty years they belonged to the Canton Baptist Temple, where for decades my mother was a Sunday School teacher and my father sang in the choir. Their friendship circle was mostly built around fellow parishioners. Once they settled into their new home, I knew they would be seeking out a new church. For various reasons, my husband and I never really identified with a church here, so on special Sunday's like Easter, when Sarah was healthy enough to travel, we would get up very, very early and drive to Canton to join them in their church, which of course meant we had no leads to help with their search.

A few weeks ago, while I was dropping Sarah off to spend the night, my mom told me they had driven over to see the Cleveland Baptist Church. Now this may by a very fine church, but I knew that meant they had to drive across I-480 to get there and although I did not tell them this at the time, that drive was quite worrisome to me, especially in the winter. The next day I had to take some old computer equipment down to Ret3 which is located near E40th and Chester. Just to be different, or so I thought, I decided to come back home by way of Cedar and that's when I spotted Cedar Hill Baptist Church.

I stopped at my parents that afternoon and used my dad's computer to see if the church had an online presence. Sure enough they did and as I was scrolling their website for details, I came across a photo of the pastor and his wife. I immediately recognized Beth as being one of our kind and wonderful customers. I knew instantly that this was meant to be. 

Then out of the blue last week, our seventeen year old mentioned he wanted to go to church. So today he (photo) accompanied his grandparents to Cedar Hill, just the three of them. I'm sure they were beaming from ear to ear. It is indeed a very Happy and divinely planned Easter in our family this year. Many blessings to you all.

 

signs of life ahead...

we've been working hard trying to get our new building operational. it all happened so fast without much time to think and truthfully there are moments when i am second guessing myself. i start to wonder if this is really what was planned for us. and then today...

 

 

...i discover a purple crocus next to our very special bird from marie bostwick that i just plopped on the ground as we were moving last week. that new sign of life, a sneak peak into the beautiful days of springtime ahead, is just what i needed to get me back in the swing of things.

this chapter complete...

we did it! thanks to an amazing crew from spark's moving and storage, an awesome son and daughter-in-love, Juliann Lafferty Ely how will I ever repay you for your help, and an accommodating office staff who worked right up to the minute we pulled their computers out from under them and started up as soon as they sat in their new space ten minutes later, and an awesome higher power for orchestrating something so magnificent even we had trouble keeping up with the plan.

 

 

john and i walked out of a building we have occupied for seventeen years feeling relieved, satisfied, and although exhausted, ready to jump into the next chapter of our lives with gusto. for everyone who had a part in making this all happen, we humbly thank you. we could never do what we do without the help of so many. 

home sweet home...

every now and then someone walks into your life for a reason. that happened to me just a short while ago. of course at the time i wasn't fully aware of the significance. i'm sure eileen wasn't either. i've been busily working on a quilt this week...

some of you have seen it. some of you wondered why i had taken on the challenge. truthfully, i questioned that myself.  the answer can be found on my creative blog.

our final moments...

it was time to say goodbye to salt lake city, utah.  this is one trip we will truly never forget. for so very many priceless reasons.

we know we are late heading back to the hotel, so our room key will likely not work. i decide we may as well have one last hurrah before departing. something i've wanted to do for the last few days, but found too many people around for it to be safe. until now...

ready sarah...one, two, three...go...(bag by sandradembroidery)

this is where i put the camera on point and shoot while chasing after the run-a-way chair.  sarah laughs until she's giddy. then requests to do it again. and so we do. until we are both. out. of. breath. but oh the fun we have.

at the bottom of the incline is a rotunda filled with an interesting set of chimes. we take a minute to just listen.

to soak up our final moments. moments that many will never understand. that's ok. i've come to accept it. sarah and i are a team. a unique team, yet a pairing i wouldn't trade for anything.

as we walk out into the warm, sunny, utah air, i breathe deeply. so very thankful for this time spent with friends. for sarah's health, which i don't take for granted when we travel. for my health. for having the financial backing to be able to afford such a trip when so many others are struggling. thank you to all who have helped us. 

before we leave, we have one more stop to make. i ask our taxi driver if she will drive us around the block before heading to the airport. she gladly obliges. 

what would a trip to salt lake city be without a view of temple square. truly more breathtaking than any photo can display. the sky was picture perfect. postcard blue with big white fluffy clouds. i so appreciate the lds members who support us in cleveland and those who helped with our dedication and moment of prayer for kristen's family.

most of our readers know this trip was not just about quilt market. it was about meeting polly and her family. i will cherish this time together for the rest of my life. the kirton family has meant so much to us. afterall, their precious kristen was the impetus for sarah learning to sew and ultimately the opening of our house of fabric. 

and as i watched sarah so carefully place the purple butterfly she chose to put in the ground at kristen's final resting place, i have no doubt that kristen is with her every step of the way. as we were leaving the cemetery that day, sarah called out "goodbye kristen. happy birthday. see you soon." i don't know how soon, soon will be, but i left that day confident and peaceful that whenever and wherever they will be, kristen and sarah will be side by side.

two pillowcases ~ sarah in cleveland, ohio ~ kristen in salt lake city, utah

i have had this post ready to go for a few days, but for some reason i just could not hit publish. then something happened in the store yesterday. powerfully emotional. divinely inspirational. before i left the building, i went upstairs to share it with polly. her post had me in tears. sadness fills her heart. yet kristen's light shines bright. i am humbled that sarah and i have been chosen to see it's brightness, yet so thankful for the experience.

anxiety to ataraxia...

as worrisome was my night, daylight brought new freshness. i stood for longer moments than usual in my closet, pondering which suit to dust off. i decided i should match it to a bag i could carry. a bag from the store that is. never before have i tried to balance a business suit with a quilted creation.

i arrived in the parking lot to find aimee waiting to assume her duties for the day. that eased my mind considerably .after just a few minutes of discussing cash register logistics, our first customer arrived. i made a few introductions and then stepped upstairs to the office. when i returned to the store, aimee was already handling things like a pro. i never doubted that. soon i said goodbye and jumped in my car. not too far down the highway, i found myself settling into a peaceful place.



not even a stand still traffic snarl peaked my anxiety. i put in a favorite cd and cranked the volume louder than usual. as i continued to drive i felt more and more relaxed. i haven't driven this highway for several months. before the store, i was heading to columbus every chance i could get. owning a retail shop changes things. at least for me it did. the weather was perfect, so i opened the moon roof. the warmth of the golden sun felt exhilarating.

before i knew it, i had arrived in franklin county. early. very early. i had wanted to stop at a fabric store that i had been hearing about. now i had plenty of time. the instant i walked into sew to speak, i was not disappointed. so cute. a vibrant funky kind of store. a woman immediately came over and commented on the bag i was carrying. that made me feel good and confirmed it is the small details that can make a difference. her name is anita, turns out she owns the store. we chatted for a short time. i shared that today was my first day away from jellen's and i was a little nervous about that. she totally understood. i purchased some fun fabrics from japan, purple of course, and a few leather purse handles.

next i drove a bit further down high street to the glass thimble. i've been shopping at this store since i first arrived in columbus for graduate school back in september of 1981. the store has not changed really. as i walked around, a flood of memories came back. i recalled the fabrics i had purchased to complete a quilt for my parents twenty-fifth anniversary, some blue calico for a neighbor's first baby, and many yards of the brightest fabrics i could find to take with me to choices, the shelter for battered women where i worked as the house manager during the midnight to eight am shift.

i looked at the clock and realized i had time. time. time to retrace my footprints. i drove to my old house. it looked the same mostly. i drove through the bumpy alley as i had done so many nights long ago. i kept driving until i had reached my destination. i pulled into a parking space noticing the signs of springtime all around. buds just about to open in the flower beds. i recalled the night those same beds were swarmed with members of the columbus swat team. i had been alerted by the police in cincinnati that an abuser had stolen a truck and they believed he was heading for the shelter. and he could be armed.

i had quickly gathered all the woman and children and had ushered them safely to the basement. a few had grabbed their quilting project from a class i had held the previous afternoon before leaving their rooms. there in the dim and musty cellar of this home, turned safe place, we stitched together. sharing the fright of the situation. i remember sitting on a small step cradling the woman who was being stalked. as i vividly recalled that evening, i suddenly felt ashamed. how could i have been so afraid? anxiety should not come from leaving a quilt store in the hands of someone else. anxiety is the fear these women knew. fear so great they had no choice but to flee their home for safety.

i turned to look toward a window on the side of the building. it was in that room that we gathered every week. there were always a few new women each time, as this was a short term shelter. i recalled the evening i persuaded debbie to join us. her arm was so badly wounded from being attacked by a pit bull while she was tied to a tree by her abuser. she initially did not want to come, afraid that she would not be able to sew one handed. we sat side by side, she pushed the needle down through the fabric and i would reach under to push it back up. together, we worked to complete her first quilt block.

i needed to go if i was to make my meeting on time. as i got closer to the ohio state university campus, more and more students were walking about. i wonder how many of them will have the opportunities that i have. the chance to make a difference. the opportunity to realize what is truly important in life. as i walked out of the parking garage and first glanced at stillman hall...

i felt at complete ease. i felt free from any anxiety. i felt euphoric really. how blessed i am, i thought to myself. then i stepped off the elevator and was greeted with congratulatory praise from other members of this committee i sit on. i wondered how they knew what i had just experienced. how could they know. as soon as i opened the meeting folder i saw...

the story had already been written. in fact, it was already up on the ohio state university website. from anxiety to ataraxia. in less than twenty four hours. a journey thirty years in the making. lead by a very divine plan.

a heart quilt for sarah

twenty one years ago today, my baby girl lay fighting for her life in the cardiothoracic intensive care unit following her open heart surgery. she wasn't supposed to still be here. if her recovery had gone as planned, we would be back on the regular peds floor and she would be wearing the little red dress i had made for her first valentine's day. instead, she was still connected to a ventilator, tubes coming from every tiny limb, she even had an iv line coming from the top of her almost bald head. each tube was connected to a pump, controlling the flow of various medications trying to bring her out of the crisis she was facing. we had been told the outcome looked grim.

as i sat in the corner chair in the parent lounge, waiting for the next hour when we could visit again, i felt a great need to do something. with my hands. the idle time was unbearable. my mind often wanted to veer off course. to imagine the worse. i needed an outlet. i needed to create. so i started a quilt. a teeny, tiny, little quilt. with hearts. not just for valentine's day...

but also as a reminder of the valiant fight sarah was demonstrating. i didn't have much time, or much fabric. but then my six month old daughter was a mere eighteen inches long and was loosing weight faster than she was gaining it.

i needle turn appliqued four small hearts onto a square of muslin. i embroidered four hearts with red floss. and then i chain stitched her name in the center. during my next visit to her bedside, i tenderly placed the quilt upon her bruised and limp body, being careful to not disturb any tubes or wires. soon after, the machine monitoring her heart rate beeped. the nurse told me that meant she was happy. and that meant for a moment, i was happy. that tiny little quilt meant something to my girl. and that gave me a new sense of hope. sarah's quilt continued to give her comfort for the many months of her recovery.

for a few years i carried it with me when i would talk to groups about having a medically fragile child. i took it to a few needle and quilt guilds in the early 90's, then i tucked it away for safe keeping. until last year december. the fat quarter shop was doing a giveaway for l'amour by sandy gervais. they asked for a letter to be written to santa to explain why you would like to win, so i did. unbeknown to me, one of sarah's nurses from so many years before had been reading her blog. she left a comment asking if we still had the quilt. so i went searching.

february 2011. in the front window of our new quilt store, i slowly and delicately laid that teeny tiny quilt on the table. not that i needed to be careful of the tubes and wires this time, rather i wanted to savor in the beauty of where we are. today. alive. thankful. and so very blessed by a grand master plan so full of details. and tiny stitches. in both sarah's heart and in her quilt.

kristen's bloom

late last evening, i discovered something at the store. a gift. a treasure. a ray of sunshine.

a thank you. nothing short of a small miracle. kristens' light is truly shining bright.

the cutest customer

meet lily. she is truly my dream customer. the cutest smile. a fun personality. curious. and the best part...she already loves fabric!!!

she came into the store and quickly found me in the middle room. she whispered to me that she needed some help and then described the fabric she was looking for. something bright with flowers for her grandma. i walked her back to see bliss. she loved it. she knew exactly how much she needed cut and then she asked me if i could quickly put it into a bag so her grandma wouldn't see it.

she carefully counted out her money that she had saved in a clever little folded paper purse. and then she got to work. she began rearranging the store displays for me. do you see the christmas tree on the round table behind her? she placed it there after taking everything else off. then she got busy on the kids room. she was just so adorable i wanted her to stay all afternoon with me.

i recognized her grandma. edna has been to our shop before. she patiently waited in the front room while lily made her purchase. it so reminded me of when i too was seven and my grandma took me to the fabric store in sidney, new york. that was the beginning of my love for fabric and sewing.

lily and i got to talking. i asked her where she goes to school. at first i did not recognize the elementary she named. so i asked her where it was. it turns out she lives rather far from the store. but as soon as she told me the district, i just knew we shared a connection. the principal of her school was sarah's third grade teacher. one of the best teacher's sarah ever had. a teacher who truly made a difference to our family and one who shaped sarah's future as well as many others. so i told lily about mrs.b. then i went upstairs where sarah was eating her lunch to bring her down to meet lily...to read more about that encounter click HERE.

the best of buckeye connections

i have so much catching up to do on this blog, yet i just have to share something that happened in the store today. for me, it is one of those moments that just cannot be explained. coincidence perhaps. divine intervention. star alignment. small world happenstances. 6 degrees of separation. it is one incredible feeling however you want to define it.

the story really goes back to september 27, 2008. sarah and i attended our first ohio state football game together. just us girls. as you can see from this picture, our seats are pretty darn close to the field. you can thank sarah for that. her 18th birthday gift was an endowed scholarship in her name that will go to a master level candidate in the college of social work each year studying in the field of developmental disabilities. the wonderful person who helped us put it all together is jen from the osu development office.

back to 9/27/08. after getting our picture taken, we went for a walk. then we found a place to park sarah's wheelchair so we could people gaze. it's just fun to watch the thousands and thousands of scarlet and gray tee-shirts, jerseys, and sweatshirts gathering in the stadium. after awhile it becomes a blur, there are so many fans sporting the team colors.

i was sitting in somewhat of a daze, when i notice a woman walk by wearing the most stunning piece of buckeye apparel i had ever seen. i unlocked the wheels of sarah's chair and got up to follow her so i could study the detail better. and then i found a piece of paper to quickly sketch the design. i still carry it with me everyday.

the body of the jacket was a beautiful silverish gray silk shantung. down the left side was a row of very small quilted blocks in various shades of red cotton.

the back had a large quilted block o in the same red cottons with the infamous buckeye leaves in green and a few brown three dimensional buckeyes sewn on. i could not stop thinking about that jacket the entire game. once back in cleveland, i decided i had to make that jacket and set out to find the supplies i needed. and that is when i discovered the quilt stores i had often frequented in my earlier quilting days were closed. so i temporarily gave up on the project.
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spring forward to 2010 and lo and behold, sarah and i are opening our own fabric and quilt store. one night we went through the moda website and pulled off all the red, gray and black fabrics we could find. we just knew one day we would have a display of scarlet and gray quilts. a fiber tribute to our beloved buckeyes.

fast forward to today. august 24, 2010 at approximately 11:30 am. a customer brings to the counter the bolt of red marble and the bolt of gray marble now in our store but not yet positioned together. hmm...looks like a familiar color combination. an onlooker asks what she is going to make. the customer replys, "i make buckeye quilts." "oh really," says jen from the osu development office (who just happens to be visiting us in the store today). "i work at ohio state," jen states. and then the customer tells us of her website, i quilt scarlet and gray dot blogspot dot com.
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i was speechless. dumbfounded. in shock really. i still can't get over that jen was in the store at the exact moment this customer came shopping. his mysterious ways sure lead to wonderful connections.
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later in the day i went to http://www.iquiltscarletandgray.blogspot.com/. AMAZING!!!! Simply amazing. i have a new friend. one equally obsessed with the buckeyes and with scarlet and gray fabric!!! it doesn't get any better than that.

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thank you so much for coming in today darlene. and thank you jen for driving all the way from columbus to observe first hand the social power of a fabric house and sewcial lounge.

celebrate each and every day...

i received an email today that i would very much like to respond to. it made me realize that we are encountering a whole new set of friends with our fabric store that do not know the medical history of our sarah. the writer read my post about the paramedic who is helping to paint and my soft heart for the men in blue. then she went over to sarah's blog where sarah talked about the paramedics working on her in the middle of the street after she stopped breathing in my car.

the writer was so touched and wondered if this was an ongoing medical issue for sarah and what will i do if she were to stop breathing and the ambulance not arrive in time. specifically with the store. what would i do after we put all this time into it.

excellent question and i do so appreciate the concern for our situation. in quick summary, sarah had open heart surgery when she was six months old. this is not uncommon for babies born with down syndrome. unlike most surgeries though, she had many complications and stayed in the hospital for a few months. she came home once and her airway collapsed. my heavenly father gave me the strength to make sure that sarah did survive that ordeal. for several years after, she continued to have significant health issues and there were times that the doctors did not believe her little body would recover.

from this we learned to take one day at a time. to appreciate each amazing hour. to record as many memories as possible. we have accepted our place in a higher plan. with our hard work, we believe we will be guided and directed where we are meant to be. i do not know what tomorrow holds, so today i celebrate the opportunities before me with this beautiful daughter that i have been given the privilege to share my life.

it will always be our quilt store and i know she will always be standing beside me. my son asked me tonight if i like the new paint color. he hoped so because he thinks i may have this store for twenty years. that would make me seventy and sarah forty one. i like that plan. yet i know there may be another plan. one that i don't yet see. one that is being meticulously laid out, often through his mysterious ways. one thing i know for sure. i will be given the strength i need to continue the journey that was meant for me.

it's a family affair

one of the many things i love about the quilting industry is the number of families that are involved. there are many, many, many quilt stores owned and operated by husband and wife teams. there are even on-line stores such as fat quarter shop run by kimberly jolly and her husband. there are several mother/daughter design teams too. bonnie and camille and lauren and jessi jung come to mind. then there is jean wells, a shop owner for 35 years and her daughter valori who has become a designer of fabric collections and patterns. and i just recently read about jan and brian hill, a mother/son team in west linn, oregon.

being a part of a family business is not new to me. from the time i was a little girl, i worked in my grandparent's hardware store in sidney, new york. i observed the balance of responsibility between the two of them. i also watched their middle son help out each summer, once his duties as a math teacher at the local high school came to an end.

a decade or so later, my husband and i found ourselves in a business situation that required both of our attention. never did we set out to be entrepreneurs. it took a health care crisis with our daughter to set that ball in motion. there were a few times that i thought it was the worst thing that could have happened to us, but hind sight being what it is, i now recognize it as another facet to his mysterious ways.

and that is exactly what is leading our newest venture, divine intervention. the thrill i experienced having my husband and daughter by my side as we introduced jellen's house of fabric to our community, will long be a memory of extreme pleasure. i am guessing that sarah and i are the first mother/daughter with down syndrome, team in the quilt shop owner category. which just gives this project all the more excitement and a unique quest for success.

the story of JEllen's house of fabric

In our 1997 family holiday newsletter, I wrote about the need for my husband's medical billing business to move out of our house. My task while I was on maternity leave with our third child, was to find a space to move into. We sat down with our staff of four at the time and came up with a list of desires for the new space: five minutes from home, a Mayfield Road address, one large room versus small offices, a casual atmosphere, a private bathroom, a spare room with a tv and couch for when our kids are sick, a place for a microwave and refrigerator, adequate parking and 24/7 access. I thought this could be a difficult task. Yet, here is what I wrote in that newsletter...

"Two days later on a quick mail run to the post office, I observe a "for rent" sign in the 2nd floor window of a former house turned commercial property. A quick stop determines that the space is absolutely perfect. The building has recently had an addition put on and major renovations that have it designed exactly to our desire. It also has a charming retail space on the first floor that Joyce immediately visions as "Fabulous Fabriques of Lyndhurst" someday. It currently is a bridal boutique. The best part, the rent is very reasonable. It is at this moment that I know John and I have made the right decision. This space is just to perfect for there not to be a higher power guiding our lives."

And so for the next decade, my husband and I juggled his medical billing business, my not-for-profit career, and the care of our three children. Our daughter was often very ill and frequently had extended stays in the hospital. My dream of owning a fabric store was pushed down to barely a fragment of a thought.

In February of 2009, I left my career to care for Sarah who had once again become critically ill. When doctors suggested it was time for hospice care, I knew I had to be home with her.  By September of that year, her health was improving, and I was beginning to wonder what my future held. I pondered and prayed for guidance.

Then on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, the building owner approached us about taking over her space. She had decided it was time to retire from the bridal business.  I am usually a careful planner, I even have an advanced degree in strategic planning, yet I immediately blurted out the word "yes." Then I felt the need to explain that I did not want the space for our existing business, but rather to fulfill my dream of having a fabric and quilt store. A place for fun and friendship. A gathering spot for creativity. And so, nearly twelve years after my initial dream, I began to research, plan and prepare.

In my process of gathering new fabrics, something truly magical happened. Something I had never envisioned, nor anticipated...my then twenty year old daughter with Down syndrome took an interest in what I was doing. She loved handling and arranging the fabrics. I posted a picture of her doing so on my creative blog and somehow Kate Spain saw it. Kate emailed and asked to send Sarah a package. When it arrived, Sarah was excited beyond words. As she began to open it, I realized it was Verna, one of the most anticipated fabric lines from Moda since quilt market in October. In Kate's note to Sarah she wrote..."enclosed is a little love (in the form of fabric) from my heart to yours. Here's hoping your love for quilting grows and blooms like all the flowers in spring."


When I read that last sentence, it felt like I was touched by an angel. My worries and insecurities of opening a business during a difficult economic climate, were replaced with hope and determination. Then Kate posted a story about us on her blog. As I read the comments from readers, it hit me that this project needed to include Sarah and her friends. It needed to be a place where we embrace young woman who oftentimes have a challenge finding a place to hang out and be creative, but more importantly an employer willing to give them a place to feel productive.

Once comfortable with the concept of being that employer, I wondered if I truly could teach Sarah to sew. So I searched through magazines and catalogs to find something that might interest her, yet would be easy to sew. The idea of pillowcases emerged. I googled "pillowcase" and stumbled upon a awesome project: the 1 Million Pillowcase Challenge. When I showed it to Sarah the next day, she loved it. Then as I read the description of the project to her and got to the word "cancer" she immediately thought of her blogging friend Kristen. They next day we went in search of Disney Princess fabric because that is Kristen's favorite.

As Sarah and I stood side-by-side, cutting and stitching and pressing, I felt like we were being given a gift greater than anything I had ever experienced. The day we saw the picture of Kristen with her pillow, I sat at my computer and cried. The feelings were simply overwhelming. To think how many people were involved in bringing this venture together is beyond my comprehension. I believe it is only thru His mysterious ways that my dream is coming true, yet on a level so much greater than I could ever have imagined.

Shortly after posting the final pictures of our pillow story, there was a message from someone new on Sarah's blog. I'm used to new visitors there as Sarah gets several hundred hits a day on her blog, but this visitor left her name: Jennifer Keltner. If you're not familiar, she just happens to be the Executive Editor of Better Homes and Garden's American Patchwork & Quilting who issued the 1 Million Pillowcase Challenge. Once again, I was simply overwhelmed.

A few weeks later as I was driving back from my first wholesale show where I had the pleaure of meeting two of the nicest men from Moda, I could not help but think that yes, His ways may be mysterious, but they are speaking to me loud and clear. We are so blessed.

Stay tuned for our grand opening celebration planned for August 9, 2010, which also cleverly happens to be Sarah's 21st birthday.

i'm listening...

i truly believe

i have been in preparation for this endeavor

for nearly fifty years...

still there are moments that

i doubt myself

it can take just one negative comment

from someone you wished

would be supportive

then something happens that brings back

my vision

my zest and motivation for this project

today i had a call from a friend

who made the connections

she gets it

the quilting, the store

a place for sarah and her friends to work

thank you carole

your call meant the world to me

then there is the divine intervention

the small things

some might say coincidence

i say his mysterious ways

something, an intuition,

a nudge from my guardian angel perhaps
sent me into a furniture store

into the clearance room

where i found these two tables

the perfect size

the perfect color

the perfect price

when i brought them home

i placed on top the two verna patchworks

i made last night

coincidence...i say not