Quilter's Dream

This winter day I chose to share my recent dream with my fellow country women, or country women at heart, who also have retired, and have retired husbands.  All husbands are not the same, which is very good.  My husband and I have been married for almost 22 years now, marrying at ages 45 and 48.  Anyway, most marriages have issues, maybe of severe nature (hoping yours is not that way), but smaller ones, like mine, of listening and answering.  It amazes me the hearing and responding qualities that come into play in marriages/relationship of many years, even 22.

So on to my "crazy dream", which also includes crazy quilts because I am a quilter.  Also, I just finished a wonderful crazy quilt with old ties, and other silk and velvet fabrics, with many embellishments, which make it such a great piece.  Onto the dream....

I woke actually laughing a bit at my wild and wonderous dream the other night, which brought in the frustration I had had with my husband all week about his communication.  (Well, it was frustrating this week, but has existed for a long long time).  I had also finished my wonderful last quilting project, a crazy quilt.  My dream was that I walked into the kitchen and , whoosh, in front of me flew a crazy quilt and plastered itself on the side of the refrigerator.  This was shocking, a little bit of a fright, but also interesting to me as I like adventure.  Then another came past me and another.  Crazy quilts, but crazy quilt ghosts, wow!  The ghosts of my recent crazy quilt pieces I thought for one brief moment.  I had purchased old ties, etc. for piecing this quilt and as I had sewn it, I did wonder what their stories were.  So I called to my husband who was in the study at the other end of our house.  "Roy, come see this".....and the response...."What!"   More movements of crazy quilt ghosts.  I called again, "Roy....and before saying any more the answer is...."Why".   Finally some crazy quilt ghosts swished right up next to me and I screamed a bit....and before speaking....response from Roy was ...."Okay, just a minute!"  At this point in my dream the crazy quilt ghosts became my friends and I actually say them smiling at me.  My thought was, oh, how wonderful my quilt and knitting projects are to me, and it is okay to talk to the pieces and have some wonder about where they have been.  Even in doing a new fabric quilt, like I am doing now, I can have conversation with myself and the "ghosts to come" from my black and white quilt, my English Paper Piecing quilt, and my embroidered teapot quilt, all of which I am working on currently.

And for Roy....well, I just don't think at age almost 70, I should plan to get any other types of answers.  If I was in real danger, I do have my Daisy Mae Foxhound.