I arrive at work the other day to find someone had left a gift for me. Not just any gift, but a handmade, hand stitched quilt, a priceless treasure. I was confused as I took it out of the bag. Shane told me Ginny brought it in and then I recognized her artful handiwork but wondered what it meant. Ginny is one of the Main Street Hooker gals who have been hooking with the group for as long as I can remember. She is not just a fabulous rug hooker, she is a master crafts person. Every medium she lays her hand to is immaculately conceived; completed with so much perfection you’d think a machine made it.
I was stunned and not quite sure what to think, what to say or how to act from this random act of generosity. In all the days on this planet, no one has ever given me such an amazing gift. This quilt was a time consuming, labour of love that Ginny would have endeavored over for months, possibly years, created from thread, cotton and care.
My hand kept caressing the softness of the material while I admired the beautiful pineapple motifs. I started to tear up and ran to the bathroom to check the degree of redness on my face. I'm an ugly crier, turning a blotchy beet colour and wouldn't want to scare anyone. When I came out of the bathroom still sniffling, Ginny had dropped back in. I’m generally never at a loss for words but I was speechless. What can you say, even a very sincere thank-you padded with jewels and pearls wouldn't seem like enough. I lack experience on the receiving end of things and it makes me awkward and shy. I didn’t want to bawl like a baby so I swallowed hard to beat back the river. There really aren’t enough words to convey what was in my heart at the time, but believe me when I say it was beating double time to the tune of gratitude. I hugged her and she said she knew I would give it a good home and she is so right! I will cherish her gift for the rest of my days and pass it down to my son on my deathbed. Of all the treasures I’ve accumulated this quilt is the piece I would grab if someone yelled fire, second only to my pups.
Ginny has a wicket sense of humour with stand-up execution and we’ve had a lot of laughs over the years. At one time she was taking a break from rug hooking and finishing a quilt, maybe the same one she gave me. I commented that it was the most beautiful quilt that I’ve ever seen. I can appreciate the colourful quilts but I’ve never been drawn to them, they just don't fit into my subtle décor. I'm one of those freaky matchy, matchy people, that needs to coordinate. I love what Ginny created in soft ivory, the only pattern is in the stitchery. This quilt that would fit any bedroom in my house and steal the show with its classic beauty. Ginny, Ginny, I thank you so much for this precious gift, you are one in a million to me!
I was stunned and not quite sure what to think, what to say or how to act from this random act of generosity. In all the days on this planet, no one has ever given me such an amazing gift. This quilt was a time consuming, labour of love that Ginny would have endeavored over for months, possibly years, created from thread, cotton and care.
My hand kept caressing the softness of the material while I admired the beautiful pineapple motifs. I started to tear up and ran to the bathroom to check the degree of redness on my face. I'm an ugly crier, turning a blotchy beet colour and wouldn't want to scare anyone. When I came out of the bathroom still sniffling, Ginny had dropped back in. I’m generally never at a loss for words but I was speechless. What can you say, even a very sincere thank-you padded with jewels and pearls wouldn't seem like enough. I lack experience on the receiving end of things and it makes me awkward and shy. I didn’t want to bawl like a baby so I swallowed hard to beat back the river. There really aren’t enough words to convey what was in my heart at the time, but believe me when I say it was beating double time to the tune of gratitude. I hugged her and she said she knew I would give it a good home and she is so right! I will cherish her gift for the rest of my days and pass it down to my son on my deathbed. Of all the treasures I’ve accumulated this quilt is the piece I would grab if someone yelled fire, second only to my pups.
Ginny has a wicket sense of humour with stand-up execution and we’ve had a lot of laughs over the years. At one time she was taking a break from rug hooking and finishing a quilt, maybe the same one she gave me. I commented that it was the most beautiful quilt that I’ve ever seen. I can appreciate the colourful quilts but I’ve never been drawn to them, they just don't fit into my subtle décor. I'm one of those freaky matchy, matchy people, that needs to coordinate. I love what Ginny created in soft ivory, the only pattern is in the stitchery. This quilt that would fit any bedroom in my house and steal the show with its classic beauty. Ginny, Ginny, I thank you so much for this precious gift, you are one in a million to me!
The photos do not do this quilt justice. You will have to take my word of its beauty!
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