I wish I could go into details but it really isn’t a good idea
but between April 1st and July 6, 2008 my world, as I knew it unraveled.
A whole lot of prayer, waiting, watching …
and I see the scraps of fabric being knitted together again … what this tapestry will look like a year from now, I have no idea ..
I’m going to compare this to the making of a quilt, something I know absolutely nothing about …so forgive the analogy if it doesn’t pan out in the end. The way I see it:
March 31, 2008, my life was this wonderful quilt, cozy, warm, in need of tender loving care, maybe some mending, certainly a good cleaning, but all in all, quite functional and protective. Some fabrics that are too heavy, some too lightand, some colors clashed (even possibly a swatch of blue that had worn to an odd shade of purple here and there)all quilted into a pattern that was a bit chaotic, but not all together unpleasing.
April 1, 2008, in what I thought at first was a seriously bad april fools joke turned into a heartbreakingly real scenerio .. the thread started to unravel.
April 6, 2008, the worn out threads completely came undone …
I still had my quilt, in the shape it had been in, but not much was holding it together ..
June 15, 2008, someone came in and started to disassemble the quilt
July 7, 2008, someone came in and threw all the disassembled pieces of fabric, thread and flinging it into the air for it to land quite unceremoniously in a mess that looked like a tornado had torn through.
Then, the process of figuring out what to do with these scattered pieces began …
First, the sorting, what fabrics go with what .. weight, color, type (cotton, wool, linen etc)
Second, picking up the thread that once was so secure and now in scattered, useless pieces all over the room and with a bittersweet disposition, threw them away.
Third, the process of laying out the fabric, to make a quilt .. only the fabrics don’t all match, so maybe this should make a set of smaller quilts. A lap quilt for each of us (Husband, myself and 2 sons) So sorting them again and laying them out into their individual quilt patterns.
Fourth, the process of picking thread, not just any thread, but the right color, the right weight, the right strength that will hold this quilt for all time.
And now we get to the process of the re building .. one by one a swatch of fabric being secured to the one next to it … and the healing begins …