Gotta little story for ya. July 21, when our family was in bed, our house caught on fire. We made it out okay, fortunately.
Before we move on, see that window upstairs? That’s where my longarm used to be. Notice that there isn’t a roof right there? Flames. Notice the floor is missing right there? Flames, y’all. See the plastic sheeting downstairs where the back door used to be? Flames. This fire was a beast, and we were so, so lucky that we all made it out safely.
So things have been tough, but there are so, so many good things– like our support network. My quilt guild mobilized immediately. They brought diet coke, toiletries, clothes, some cash for anything we needed, and a million other things. One thing I didn’t expect was a tub of fabric. Beautiful fabric that was just my flavor. And when I saw it, I just crumbled. Who else would know that in times like this, having something to do, to create, would be so imperative to me keeping my sanity. They knew. Our guild is 100 members strong, and we love being together. And when we aren’t together, we are texting and calling and hanging out online together. One of the things we do regularly is have quilt-a-longs. At that time, we were just starting the Scrappy Trip Along. I had already made one, in May, but decided to join in on the fun anyway.
Little did I even know that making this quilt would pull me through to the other side of healing. I only did it so that I could connect with my tribe, people who I love so dearly and I know love me the same, but I got so much more from this experience. Soon, I’ll tell you about some other silver linings❤️