Monday, March 11, 2013
Two are better than one
Which leads me to what we're doing this week. RE came over to make a king-sized quilt for the woman who did the flowers for her daughters' weddings. Small towns are wonderful things. People do things for others because they know you, have long-standing relationships with you and, "Of course you won't pay me for that!" So ever since those weddings, RE has wanted to do something special for her. So here she is. I got out two of my machines, pulled out two tables, complete with cutting mats, and we've been at it. Fourteen hours today. I'm NOT kidding. We're calling it the sweatshop: our machines running side-by-side, a little conversation between us, just piecing and piecing and cutting and piecing some more. We came within a stones throw of finishing all the squares today too. You'd think that 14--er, 28--hours would be enough. But my arthritic lower back finally gave up the ghost, long after my bum leg had stopped complaining and retreated into complete paralysis. RE and I are nothing if not stubborn, however, and we just couldn't help trying to finish. But with 11 squares to go, I had to call it a night. I have to be able to walk tomorrow when we lay out this huge quilt, manipulate square placement and begin putting it together. The goal is to finish it this week and there are a whole lot of steps ahead of us yet.
Working with someone is a powerfully good way to move more quickly, I discovered today. I can sew pretty fast on my own, can make quilt tops easily enough, but doing it with someone makes it a communal thing. Obviously I'm not the first one to discover this. As far back as Ecclesiastes, the writer knew it, "Two are better than one, for there is more reward for their toil." It's a joy to learn this with my sister. And to know that, like most of my quilts, this one we make together will be given as a gift of love and thanksgiving.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to get some sleep.