I have often wondered if one still has an anniversary after the death of a spouse. It seems that it is still the anniversary of the day we married but not one that is celebrated. I am going to celebrate today by taking myself out for a late lunch or an early dinner. Actually not celebrating but just remembering the day and the wonderful fifteen years, two months, and one week that I had with Don. But I do celebrate the two greatest things that came from that marriage, Scott and Brian.
Here come the bride—and the groom.
Last night I finished a second quilt and like the first one it was extremely puckered. I hate working with flannel. Anyway I am going to take the two apart and quilt again and then finish with a binding. Will take more time but the only way I can get the quilts with flannel to stay flat and even. This evening I was in Walmart and just happened to go back to the fabric department. I was looking on the dollar table and they had a juvenile print with adorable little teddy bears. I bought the entire bolt which was only ten yards. That will make ten of the smaller quilts I may start going to yard sales again to look for fabric. Last year I picked up a big plastic bag full for less than five dollars. Not that I need any more fabric but I will eventually use all of mine. And then it will probably be best to wait until most of mine is gone before I start searching for more fabric.
Sad to say I did not do any sewing today. I was so put out with the two puckered quilts but I did do a lot of thinking about how to solve the problem. Tomorrow is another day and I plan to get at least one quilt finished.
I think I would also have some sort of commemoration on this kind of day too, were I in your place. Kind of a celebration and memory of the blessings received, even though some won’t be back.