Well, I still have a scrap problem, but I've enjoyed working on it this year! This week is really taken up with finishing projects for Christmas, but I wanted to share a fun little poem I came across that kind of sums up this time of year for me... and maybe for you too!
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'Twas the night before Christmas,
And the quilts were not made.
The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.
The stockings weren't hung, the pantry was bare.
The poor weary Quilter was tearing her hair.
Stacks of fat quarters tipped over in streams,
Visions of Log Cabins had turned into dreams.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.
They went straight to work with just a few mutters,
Sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.
The patterns emerged from all of the clutter,
Like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter.
Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese and Bear Tracks,
Each quilt was a beauty - even the backs.
Her house, how it twinkled! Her quilts, how they glowed!
The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.
Their work was all done, so they folded their frames,
And packed up their needles, without giving their names.
They boarded the bus, and checked the next address.
More quilts to be made, another quilter in distress.
She heard one voice echo, as they drove out of sight,
Happy quilting to all, and to all a good night!
Author unknown...
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So hang in there, fellow quilters - the end is in sight!
Merry Christmas!
Hugs!
Sarah
That is such a wonderful poem. Wish that bus of quilters would stop by my house REAL SOON.!!!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and your family too.
And Dar, when they have worked their magic at your home, maybe they can fly to the far south and scatter some magic here too.What a lovely picture, and those words are pure magic.
ReplyDeleteI think this is why I rarely ever make very many things for Xmas presents! I just don't want the stress!
ReplyDeleteThe quilts are made here but everything else in the poem describes my house, I'll be kicking into overdrive since who needs sleep if I can get those cookies baked.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smile this morning. Enjoy your holidays
ReplyDeleteLove the poem! It sure describes my house.
ReplyDeleteThe few projects are done, I don't bake, the bathroom is clean and the guest room ready. The rest of it, they take it or leave it - or they can host next year. We are keeping things low key due to Mom's health.
ReplyDeleteI am going to email you another 'Twas the Night Before. So funny and just a bit different. Merry Christmas and thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement and I'm happy to report that I finished my Christmas quilting YESTERDAY afternoon!!!
ReplyDeleteCute poem. I think I need that bus of quilters to make a stop here. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, we all need a bus load of quilters!! Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem! Merry Christmas to you and yours! Wendy at piecefulthoughts@gmail.com
ReplyDeletePerhaps we could organize a quilters bus and help each other out. A little organized chaos and lots of laughs. Could be fantastic fun.
ReplyDeleteLOL Sarah! I think we ALL would be happy to see that busload of quilters!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and yours!
Awesome! I hope they visit me today - I have a table runner that still needs binding!!!!! Merry Christmas to you!!
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