Yesterday, while cleaning out my closet, it resurfaced once more. The quilt top. The one thing that I can not seem to dispose of. It's been folded away in a box for thirty-seven years just waiting for the day when I will lovingly remove it, send it off to be quilted, and then proudly display it on a bed.
The problem: It's UGLY! I mean reeeally ugly!
In 1973, months before my husband and I were to be married, two sweet, little elderly sisters at my church pulled me aside and said they would like to present me with a gift they had made. They went on to describe a beautiful quilt top that they hoped I would love and be willing to finish. Being a budding seamstress, I excitedly thanked them and promised to finish and cherish their gift.
When it arrived, I opened the box with great anticipation and this is what I pulled out:
A few years later, when "country really was cool" I took it out again, tried to imagine it on the bed, on the table, on the wall, on the windows, but even in that "country decorating" decade, it was just UGLY. Oh, how I wanted to suddenly have a decorating inspiration, to make those little old ladies proud, but it just didn't happen. So I sadly folded it back up, tucked it in the box and stuffed it in a dark corner of the closet.
Over the years that quilt has moved to seven different cities and seven different closets. Every few years, usually during spring cleaning, it resurfaces. I take it out once more, hoping this will be the time that I will finally see its hidden beauty. I know it must be there, otherwise why would those sweet little ladies have spent all those hours stitching it together? Or were they just trying to get rid of a really ugly mistake? I guess I'll never know since I don't even remember their names and they'd be over a hundred years old if they were still alive.
So I've finally come to the conclusion that the only reason this quilt is still in my closet is GUILT. I'm carrying it around because I feel guilty. I made a promise to two little old ladies that I don't even remember and who probably forgot all about me shortly after getting rid of, I mean giving me, this quilt top! How sad and pathetic is that? So, this week, I'm finally going to decide..........do I take it to Goodwill,.... throw it in the dumpster, or.........just leave it to my daughters and let them carry on the burden of guilt?