Greetings all from beautiful Monticello, Indiana, USA. It was one of those crisps mornings that made you realize that fall isn't far away. I enjoy spring through fall and winter isn't my most favorite time of the year, but the beauty of winter can be spectacular.
I've quilted five quilts this week and I am working on a sixth quilt now. As I am quilting I always wonder what was going on in the quilter's life when they were piecing the top. Were they home by themselves, at a quilt shop sew in day, or at a quilt retreat with their sweet quilting friends putting their quilt top together. Was their joy in their life or sadness or was life peaceful. I do say a little prayer for the quilter and their family because you just never know if a prayer is needed in someone's life. To me a quilt is a silent, secret diary of days gone by in the quilter's life that only the quilter and the quilt know about. Maybe this is why I don't put a label on my own quilts when they are finished. The quilt and I are the only ones that know. And the quilt doesn't tell my secrets. I do secretly sign my quilt, though it may be hard to find my signature on some of my quilts. And the only reason I sign them now is to be able to identify the quilt if it were lost or stolen. I hope the "quilt police" don't look upon me unkindly for not putting a label on my quilt. But then I think that is the joy of quilting we get to do whatever we want with our own quilts.
Blessings to all and enjoy the day you have been given.