Reading Jasper Fford lately has reminded me of this love of playing with words. I sometimes wear people out (yeah, sorry about that Melissa, you’re so good at it though!) with this love, needing to be slightly more mindful of this…however it’s so fun. This guy was a character. I’ve written about dad a few times. One self-imposed moniker, the Rotten Poet, was my fave. Dad would have appreciated the title of the blog. It might be about the Megan Trainor song, or it could be about fishing. Either way you go.
playing with words, crafting sentences to create visuals, and dialog that another person understands, and experiences a deep sense of welcome, an invitation to actively participate in a conversation with you is an achievement unto itself. Our quilts are much the same thing, an invitation to a conversation, an opening to a dialogue, sometimes a monologue. Sometimes the conversation communicates love, and caring, others art and a deep sense of wonder, and amazement. Our quilts can speak to others in unintended ways.
Little Miss Sassy Pants here had one conversation with me, multiple, we had multiple conversations. She had other conversations with quilters. I happened to be present to witness one of the conversations. It was amusing as it was a quick glance, and “Oh that’s nice but look at this.”
Speaking of words and conversations author Marie Bostwick has me all invested in her most recent novel The Second Sister. Quilting has worked it’s way in as a way of living, and healing, and bringing people together. There is heartache, healing, and mystery. This is such a lovely read. Once I’m finished there will be more here, I just want to see where the story goes, because my gut says the emotions will be streaming down my face before the end.
I’m at QuiltCon, and will be telling the tale over on the GenQ page as soon as I can.
Have a great day friends.