Getting Lost in the World of Quilting, the Growth of a Woman

Achieving growth through establishing a hobby!  Translated…

I’d once missed so many opportunities to learn under the education systems, and, as I entered my midlife years, I’d found, that bliss that’s passed by my side from before.  The beautiful pieces of cloth, a pair of scissors, a pin, several yards of strings, plus a pair of reading glasses, thus, begins my enjoyable quilting lessons.

The quilting instructor first told us what we’re making and how we should approach it, then, we begin.  Still recalled my home ec course from back in middle school, that time became the cramming sessions for the academics, and knitting and sewing became so far from me, something that my grandmother would be doing, a single needle felt heavier to me, compared to a calligraphy brush, I just couldn’t use it, and I’d made the threads so uneven too.  And now, as I’d gotten older, I’d found the small kind of bliss that was hidden, between the threads, in the needles.

I’d loved strolling at the cloth wholesales place, and, getting myself immersed in the beautiful colors, finding the cloth that catches my eye the most.  Cotton, floral prints, lace, each and every one is beautiful in its own way, I’d loved to add a little taste of the countryside, mixed in with some romance, and classics, into my projects.

With my reading glass on my nose, I’d worked hard, threading the needles, and, I’d recalled how my grandmother used to do it; back then, I couldn’t understand why it is, that my grandmother who’s extremely capable in ALL other household chores, just had so much hardship, in threading needles, and my lack of knowledge then became this depth of understanding for me now, threading a needle, is truly, a test, for your eyes!

Followed the footsteps of my own memories, I’d taken after the steps that my grandmother took, and, I can now, make beautiful patterns with the threads and needle, and my agitated moods is slowly, simmered, in the stereotypical daily life, I was able, to find the leisure, from my handicrafts.

Underneath my snow white mug, there was a floral style coaster, it’d added a lot of flair; and my coin purse, I’d made, with the children’s prints, cute and practical; and my book bag made from sails had an elegant style to it, it’d made me look studious, as I slung it across my back.  It’s such joy, to make things that decorated my house, needle by needle, thread, by thread.

As the bell rings, the corsage made from quilting is finished too, as I’d pinned tis beautiful flower onto my shirt, I’d stepped out of the class, lighthearted, the warmth of the sun came down on me; look, the beautiful corsage brooch is smiling at me so radiantly right this minute.

This, is really enjoy what you’re doing, and, it has childhood influences too, because the woman saw her grandmother made the items, and so now, she’d taken up, making them too, and, by pouring her mind into honing her skills, she was able to find that sense of achievement, and she will keep carrying on, honing her skills, because that, is what she enjoys doing.